1.A Million And 1 Questions(Extended)
Jay-z：
I did it again niggaz
Fucked up, right？ ha, i know
I know what y'all niggaz asking yourself
He gonna ever fall off？
No...
...lot of speculation
On the monies i've made, honeys i've slayed
How is he for real？ is that nigga really paid？
Hustlers i've met or, dealt with direct
Is it true he slay the beef and slept with a tech？
What's the position you hold？ can you really match
A triple platinum artist buck by buck by only a single goin
gold？
Roc-a-fella ship fold, and you're left out in the cold
Is it back to charging motherfuckers 11 for an o
For the millionth time askin me
Questions like wendy williams, harrassin me
Then get upset when i catch feelings
Can i get a minute to breathe？ and in that minute you leave
While i'm looking at my rol' ice spinnin on my sleeve
Uggh, nice watch, do you really have a spot？
Like you said in friend or foe and if so, what block？
What you doin in l.a., with phillipinos and ese's
Latinos and cheve's, down by pico withh frederico
I answer all your questions but then y'all got to go
Now the question i ask you is how bad you want to know？ blaow!
Uh-huh uh uh uh uh-huh uh-huh, how we do？ what？
Uh-huh uh uh uh uh-huh uh-huh, how we do？
'98 primo remix and ain't nothing different
I don't kow what the hell niggas been snifin'
Jiggas still dippin chrome on the whips and
4 days out the week find me in the kitchen
Still in the game nigga, hooked like glue
Popie gave me one pie, but it cook like two
I'm a crook like you,
Cats around my way was buyin brand new whips and shit, what
could i do？
Know when i'm supposed to style,
I'm the huster's poster child, rock lizards and crock-a-dile
Live ironic and what-not
Put all that ice on the face of a watch just to make it hot
Now you see me on them stages
Rocks in the air lookin' like blue lasers, never fool gazers
Act couragous, i smack 'em wit da two aces
Mack double one, nigga i'm troublesome
All i got for chicks hard dick and bubble gum
Flip bricks like fred, barney rubble and thum
It's the rock-a-fella click, what's fucked up wit' thum？
Not a damn thang nigga, we doin our damn thing.. blaow!!!
Uh-huh uh uh uh uh-huh uh-huh, how we do？ come on....
Radio announcer：
Sounds so beautiful, don't you agree ladies and gentlemen？？
(music changes)
Jay-z：
Ha! well they call me jay-hovah cause the flow is religious
Ever since i was 16 i been holding digits
I'm seeing this industry clearer
As if i had coke in the trunk and cops in the rear mirror
I slow flows all to death, so ya'll ho's know whos best, jigga!!
The flow be ipendito, for the mama's i hable espanol nikito
O-et-te i got timing like a subway, now holla back ba-by
Uh-huh-huh jay-z, you motha fuckin right
In the darkest nights let off my gun for light
To guide ya'll through, show you how it's done
I'm the question and the answer like iverson
Jets be private ones, no gate to lift
So when i take flight it's from hanger 6
Bang wit this, wake up wit one in your brain
And the cocaine flows straight, numbin your pain
This ain't your speed young man, run in your lane
So i can come through doin a hundred and change
I put one in your frame picture that, who's runnin the game
Let's get to that i guess we one in the same, a million and one
Once again
Novacane flow, ho you ain't know
Like a balla in an impalla jigga remain low
Then i pop up and tear your block up and kick off like soccer
In a range rove twist ho's like ankles, till the next time poppa
I hit ya'll with a million more
2.Are You Ready(Sweaty)
3.Beanie Siegel Freestlye
Beenie mack
Rocafella y'all
Check
Check
A yo two decades, three years and still in order
I done stabbed sticks, killed bricks drowned drops of water
Ate a million dollars
Shitted four million quarters
Stuck mothers, sisters, aunt, nieces and daughters
Fuck taco bell
I run south of the border
Cop a whole pie and you working wit a quarter
Stay cased up like my man rhyme slaughter
Sleep in crack spots on off that water
Y'all scrape up for weed money and grub
Me and my man role in a benz four dub
On our way to the club
Smoking weed out the jug
While most stay in court trying to plead wit the judge
What!
Fist and wrist stay glitered up
Don pee sip it up to i spit it up
I fuck bitches who bust checks to flood my neck
Give me rough sex
Huff wet
Bust teks
Feds eyeing, like i'm imported that shit
I trying to be cased up in court for that shit
I just want to breeze through sported that shit
Laughing at them point niggaz snorting that shit
Y'all niggaz would never finish that y'all be starting
Never could back up that shit y'all be talking
I make you famous
I put your face on milk cartons
Beenie mack smoother than jerome on martin
I keep the silence on the three eighty loughton
Quiets the bus but can't do shit about this sparking
That's why i get my bodies right before darken
Your dogs ain't biting shit, just doing a lot of barking
Your squads leaking
Fronting like y'all eating
Rent a little car get dress on the weekend
That that joe shit
You don't know me why you speaking？
Cause i shut down blocks and clock like puerto ricans
Beenie mack rap gorilla
I'm out for the scrilla
Face it ain't no replacement for this killer
4.Big Pimpin'(Extended)
Uhh, uh uh uh
It's big pimpin baby..
It's big pimpin, spendin g's
Feel me.. uh-huh uhh, uh-huh..
Ge-ge-geyeah, geyeah
Ge-ge-geyeah, geyeah..
You know i - thug em, fuck em, love em, leave em
Cause i don't fuckin need em
Take em out the hood, keep em lookin good
But i don't fuckin feed em
First time they fuss i'm breezin
Talkin bout, 'what's the reasons？'
I'm a pimp in every sense of the word, bitch
Better trust than believe em
In the cut where i keep em
Til i need a nut, til i need to beat the guts
Then it's, beep beep and i'm pickin em up
Let em play with the dick in the truck
Many chicks wanna put jigga fist in cuffs
Divorce him and split his bucks
Just because you got good head, i'ma break bread
So you can be livin it up？ shit i..
Parts with nothin, y'all be frontin
Me give my heart to a woman？
Not for nothin, never happen
I'll be forever mackin
Heart cold as assassins, i got no passion
I got no patience
And i hate waitin..
Hoe get yo' ass in
And let's ri-i-i-i-i-ide.. check em out now
Ri-i-i-i-i-ide, yeah
And let's ri-i-i-i-i-ide.. check em out now
Ri-i-i-i-i-ide, yeah
Chorus one： jay-z
We doin.. big pimpin, we spendin cheese
Check em out now
Big pimpin, on b.l.a.d.'s
We doin.. big pimpin up in n.y.c.
It's just that jigga man, pimp c, and b-u-n b
Yo yo yo.. big pimpin, spendin cheese
We doin - big pimpin, on b.l.a.d.'s
We doin.. big pimpin up in n.y.c.
It's just that jigga man, pimp c, and b-u-n b
Nigga it's the - big southern rap impresario
Comin straight up out the black bar-rio
Makes a mill' up off a sorry hoe
Then sit back and peep my sce-nawr-e-oh
Oops, my bad, that's my scenario
No i can't fuck a scary hoe
Now every time, every place, everywhere we go
Hoes start pointin - they say, 'there he go!'
Now these motherfuckers know we carry mo' heat than a little bit
We don't pull it out over little shit
And if you catch a lick when i spit, then it won't be a little
hit
Go read a book you illiterate son of a bitch and step up yo'
vocab
Don't be surprised if yo' hoe stab out with me
And you see us comin down on yo' slab
Livin ghetto-fabulous, so mad, you just can't take it
But nigga if you hatin i
Then you wait while i get yo' bitch butt-naked, just break it
You gotta pay like you weigh wet wit two pairs of clothes on
Now get yo' ass to the back as i'm flyin to the track
Timbaland let me spit my pro's on
Pump it up in the pro-zone
That's the track that we breakin these hoes on
Ain't the track that we flow's on
But when shit get hot, then the glock start poppin like ozone
We keep hoes crunk like trigger-man
Fo' real it don't get no bigger man
Don't trip, let's flip, gettin throwed on the flip
Gettin blowed with the motherfuckin jigga man, fool
Chorus two： bun b
We be.. big pimpin, spendin cheese
We be.. big pimpin, on b.l.a.d.'s
We be.. big pimpin down in p.a.t.
It's just that jigga man, pimp c, and b-u-n b
Cause we be.. big pimpin, spendin cheese
And we be.. big pimpin, on b.l.a.d.'s
Cause we be.. big pimpin in p.a.t.
It's just that jigga man, pimp c, and b-u-n b.. nigga
Uhh.. smokin out, throwin up, keepin lean up in my cup
All my car got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck
Everybody wanna ball, holla at broads at the mall
If he up, watch him fall, nigga i can't fuck witch'all
If i wasn't rappin baby, i would still be ridin mercedes
Chromin shinin sippin daily, no rest until whitey pay me
Uhhh, now what y'all know bout them texas boys
Comin down in candied toys, smokin weed and talkin noise
Chorus two
On a canopy my stamina be enough for pamela anderson lee
Mtv jam of the week
Made my money quick then back to the streets but
Still sittin on blades... sippin that ray...
Standin on the corner of my block hustlin
Still gettin that cane
Half what i paid slippin right through customs
It'll sell by night its extra white...
I got so many grams if the man find out
It will land me in jail for life
But im still big pimpin spendin chesse
With b.u.n. b, pimp c, and timothy
We got bitches in the back of the truck, laughin it up
Jigga man that's what's up
Chorus
5.Can I Get A...(Video Edit)
Bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Can ya can ya can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Ya-yah-yah, ya-ya-yah-yeah bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Ge-gi, ge-gi-gi-gi-geyeah bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Get it!
Verse one： jay-z
Can i hit in the morning
Without giving you half of my dough
And even worse if i was broke would you want me？
If i couldn't get you finer things
Would you still roll？
If we couldn't see the sun risin off the shore of thailand
Would you ride then, if it wasn't droppin？
Would you come around naked, would you clown me？
If i couldn't flow futuristic would ya
Contend with six, two jobs to survive, or
Do you need a balla？ so you can shop and tear the mall up？
Brag, tell your friends what i bought ya
Baby girl, if this is so, yo..
Chorus： repeat 2x
To these chickens from all of my doves
Who don't love those, they get no dough
To these fellas from all of my ladies
Who don't got love for players without dubs？
Can ya can ya can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Verse two： amil
You ain't gotta be rich but funk dat
Can you afford me, my ？ ？ this, never corny
Ambition makes me, so horny, i come fussin in the
Front end, if you got nuttin, baby boy, you betta
I like a, lot of pravada, alize and baca
Get it up i put it down anytime it pop up
I got to snap em, let it loose, then i knock ya
Feel the juice, then i got ya, when you produce a rocka
I let you meet momma and introduce you to poppa
Never test my patience sweetie, i'm high maintenance
High class, if you ain't rollin, bypass
Chorus
Verse three： ja
It ain't even a question
How my dough flows, you good if you got those
Lady, ride in your bump, like a tahoe
What you ain't know, it's eazy, but hear me though
Baby girl, best have my, money fo' sho'
Before they go, runnin they mouth, promotin half
I be bangin they, back out, go 'head, let it out
I leave em with no doubts, bounce, toss a hundred
Makin em feel, taunted even if they don't want it
It's been so long
Since i met a chick ain't on my tips but then i'm
Dead wrong, when i tell em be gone
So hold on to the feelin of flossin and platinum
Cause from now on, you can witness ja the i-con
With hoodies and timbs on, cause i thugs my women
Veve, studs my women, if you wit me you wit em
I'm talkin bout good livin are we here, you wit us？
If not boo, you know what, i still got you
Chorus
Now can you bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Ge-gi, ge-gi-gi-gi bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Wit me wit me wit me bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Bounce.. bounce.. wit me wit me wit me wit me
Can ya bounce wit me wi me
Ge-gi, ge-gi-gi-gi-geyeah...
6.Can I Live(Bonus Disc)
Verse 1：jay-z
Yeah, ya'll niggas finished yo？
Ya'll niggas finished？
Got your little radio, play your little videos huh？
You finished nigga, huh, huh, huh？
Ya'll finished, can i live？ huh, can i live？
Yo, yo, yo i blacks out, i pulls da mack out
Scream what's that about, then i clap out
I get my fly on, and my drop on, due to write on
Don't even hate on those who hate me, i got pac on
Feelin it, feelin it, chickens are ice grillin it
Cops pullin it over, jigga react militant
Speed off
Officer told me 'turn the beat off'
I truned it a level higher
The return of the devil's fire
I'm raised different, react in situations niggas lay stiff in
Rookies blame it on the age difference
My subliminal flows create criminal o's
Sing along if you with me, till the end of the road
I'm cynical, when in the view of the public and this is because
I'm defensive i'm in of these views
The percentage of those who don't understand
Is higher than the percentage who do
Check yourself, what percentage is you？, can i live？
Chorus： jay-z
For all my niggas with the all white air force ones
And black guns stack ones yo, can i live？
For all my chicks, bitches, ho's stand bull legged like a bull
dog
You nah mean, uh, can i live？
To all the c-low champs, two green dice and one red
Stop the bank and roll head ya'll, can i live？
To all my niggas who drink hennesey straight
Cop mix tapes, and sell weight niggas
Verse 2： jay-z
I got the feds sendin me letters cause i'm schoolin the youth
But they can't lock me down cause my tool is the truth
Yeah i sold drugs for a livin, that's a given, why is it？
Why don't ya'll try to visit the neighborhoods i live in
My mind been through hell, my neighborhood is crime central
Cops look you up more than try to defend you
I push you to the limit when i'm needin the wealth
And all i see is life's cycle just repeatin itself
Ran into shorty boppin down the ave, on the way to glock his
magnum
He proceeded to show me a block of slab and said..
Memphis bleek：
Ayo there's money out there i've just got to have
When i catch up to these fiends, i'ma knock em on they ass
Not to brag, sometimes i look at my life and laugh
How i think about school and it taught me not to grab
When i back out, let one out, let the barrel turn
Holla at you faggots that it's block to burn
That credit, you dead it, i know heads getting annoyin
Knew all about a dope fiend before beaten down new goings
Flippin boyin, using the right cut
One thing that's fucked up is bad dope that i can't pump
This slab gotta re-up and re-bag
Blend it in with the raw, bubblin fast, cop more
Once i get it, i got it, i lock it
Nobody pop shit
Sellin twenty's on my block bitch on some black top shit
What you want nigga？, what you want nigga？
What you want, what you want nigga？ can i live？
Chorus： jay-z
To all my niggas that hold coke in they bubble coat
Tryin to win with the construction timbs yo, can i live？
Ayo, esse, all my chicks that strip, booze
Go to the store with the dobbie pins still in
All my chicks with the credit card scams
Two kids, one job, and no man
All my chicks getting that washroom set with they welfare check
All my niggas rockin them fitted caps tryin to get in this rap,
nah mean？
All my cats with open cases, big cars and no licenses
I like that shit, i see ya'll
All my niggas that say pause after they say some fucked up shit
Rock on, jigga shit, roc-a-fella forever, yo,
7.Can't Get With That
Yeah!!
Check it, check it out
Uhhh, haha, gotta keep it fat
Chorus： jay-z (repeat 2x)
I can't get with that
I gotta keep it thick never miss so i hit em like this
Straight to the track, my lyrics is phat, i rip it the hell --
down
More than a fluke, i'm regularly wreckin this joint so what --
now
With so many niggas that's biting it's harder to detect who i be
Well check out the j, check out the a, check out the y, z
Original rap, i'm makin it slap, i'm hemmin it up like that
Stingin it, strikin it, swingin it fat, ＊ dj reverse ＊ bring it
back
I be that nigga with a gat, boom-clack
Don't ever sweat it when i go, i zoom back
Better than ever, never better, you better, whatever
I suggest the ex-lax and that'll get your shit together
I give you a snotty nose from body blows
Nobody's safe at a party even gotti goes adios
I got-got-got flav-flav-flav-flavor, so save yours
One verse and it's a hearse, i played and i slayed yours
Get it, got it, ready to flip, i doubt it
No need to prolong, check out the man gone, haha
Chorus
The next, player, never get no rest, you're livin with stress
Cause just around the corner beez the best player
You're fearin my clout, if weed got you runnin your mouth
You better blow that shhhiiitt out
The jigga's back, you brothers are flat
I'll amaze the way that jay rap, now how in the hell did he say
that？
You diggin me, the, epitome of, rippin it raw
You kiddin me, no artist that rap, gettin bigger thzn me
Although these cats are wettin my style, i'm still thristy
And we all gotta fall off, but you first g
I'll be the last, it'll be a, cold day in hell
Before you see me, sauce and jaz, chillin with your wack ass
We make hits, and harmony, like take 6
While you brothers double pumped up them fake hits
Our roc-a-fella never sell-a-out
Brothers who don't have the heart, you better tell your mouth,
uh
Chorus
Ha-hah
This how we do
All year round, this is how it goes down
Now check it out
I don't kick it i punt it, i'm so wicked you want it？
My tongue is tired from lickin my fingers and countin up
hundreds
So i bought a money machine and it goes
A tat-tat-trrrittaat-tat-triiatttt-at-tit-tit-tit-dough
How many styles i gotta kick to prove i'm def？
I can even-hah-kick my-hah-rip that shit-hah-and catch a breath
You can't see this, ask this nigga dash
Now he don't count cause i'm makin him mad rich
This nigga's nothin but the truth
Many view jay-z as a threat to they loot.. so
My thing is tight, can't slip, gotta grip
Like a pit in a dog fight, yo, i'm a-iight
I ain't checkin for you 'less you my peoples
And just in case you didn't know peep the -- steelo
It goes, one dime for your mind
Two bone crushers for your spine
Cause none of ya game is rougher than mine
Chorus： repeat 2x
Ha-hah.. jay-z.. live in the ninety-five
With a little help along, c'mon
Sacue money defintly repesentin
Big jaz in the house
Superman production type shit
8.Can't Knock The Hustle(Rmx)
Intro：(singing) whoooh, paradise
You better think twice, 'cause you're not living the life
Jay-z：jay-z, roc-a-fella y'all, it don't stop
Verse one：
We about to change this game here
Check my pockets there's nothing but game there
I remain without fear
Keep the lanes clear, and the cats that's all about threats
remain here
On top of this metropolis
My name is like a square
Dropped off every tier
Now y'all can swear to jay
Heard it the other day
Through the mystery, we get it swiftly
We got to hit you every night before we hit the lights it's type
addictive
Need cats to live with, the heat goes on
Everyday is a hustle, the beat goes on
Funny thing happen, in the midst of chasing money and foes
And the worst thing worst then getting old is not getting old
Niggaz stay low, like six bowls of shit and gold
And watch the hoes when they bump into your clothes
And i hope they shine
Seen a lot of things and enough memories to last me two
lifetimes
Can't knock the hustle
Chorus #1：(singing)
I'm taking out this time
To give you a piece of my mind
Who do you think you are
Baby one day you'll be a star
Verse two
Check this
In a mans world need a girl to tough something
Pull an 80 out her anne klein purse and bust something
If you skating through the night to the light, then trust
something
When i get home
Then it's on
Girl just crack those shaped legs like grade a eggs
Love the way you behave and beg
Moan, turn those hollers to screams as we zone like a college
team
Then they can hear you from hollis, queens (226)
Life with me, consists of a lot of things
Chips in your ear hit the dirt 'cause you got hotter things
But you know how to scream, friends talking dizziness
Remind them freak chicks to stay out my business
You know they can't love it, trips to la with no luggage
Came back with six bags struggling
In first class if my ass should crash, champagne spilled on me
Bank still off on me
Chorus #2： (singing)
But until the last day, i'm the one who's crazy
'cause that's the way you making me feel (can't knock the
hustle)
I don't want no romance, i just want the chance
Can't knock the hustle for real
Verse three
Ever since you retired, working alongside those live wires
Been in this rap biz with fake nigs you know liars
I guess i'm biased, what i talk about i live
These rap dudes can flip, but some of them ain't even rhyming
for chips
What part of the game is this
Seems brainless, on tours with whores that's what i'm saying i
miss
Cats that go all out for their gold plaques
Starting out with four jacks, ended up with gold ac's
Bet your love collapses if my funds get trapped
On the weight of me through you, screw you
Gun blew you, i didn't want to choose you
Run through you like uh, excuse you!
But that's my cash, i understand you hustle
That's my cash, you don't understand
Let my dough flash, you can show it love
Like a rap star in front of the club
But don't knock the hustle
Chorus 1 ＆ 2 to fade
9.Coming Of Age(Da Sequel)
Uh-huh uh yeah, gi-gi-geyeah
Time to come up, hold my own weight, defend my crown
Gots to lock it down and when they rush -- part two
It seems, i'm like keenan, pickin up on the vibe
That he ain't too happy, i could just see it in his eyes
I don't know if it's the chicks or how we dividin the loot
Time to pay his ass a visit 'fore he decide to get cute
Jumped out like a star with the flavest car
Matchin the gator shirt, softer than my next door neighbors
These young niggaz think i fell out the loop
Cause the last time they seen me hoppin, out the coupe
I hopped out in a suit
Look at this nigga jay frontin tryin to take my shine
I didn't say this verbally, just had some shit on my mind
Plus i'm puffin like an ounce, more than i used to puff
Takin advice from these niggaz but they ain't used to stuff
They had me thinkin, 'shit, i'm the one that moved the stuff
While he drive around town in brand new coupe's and stuff'
Swear to god, they had me practically hatin his guts
As he approached i spoke, 'jigga whattup？'
Chorus： memphis bleek
I done came up (uhh) put my life on the line (uhh)
Soaked the game up (yeah) now it's my time to shine
Time to change up (what？) no more second in line
Nine-eight, these streets is mine
(uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-huh)
Look at that fake smile he just gave me, it's breakin my heart
Should i school him or pull the tools out and just break him
apart
I felt his hatred it was harsh, 'fore this fakin shit start
I should take him in back of the building and blaze him
Uh-oh, this nigga jay he ain't slow, he musta picked up on the
vibe
And had i, not been so high i woulda been able to hide
Tried to cover up myself, as i gave him a five
Hugged him, as if i loved him
To the naked eye
It woulda seemed we was the closest, but to those that know us
Could see that somethin was about to go down
Stay focused
I'm tryin to concentrate, but it's like he's reading my mind
As if he can see through this fog and all this weed in my mind
Could he see i had plans on, bein the man
Ever since we first spoke and he put that g in my hand
And i gave it back to show him, i was down for the cause
As he approached ('whattup bleek？') and i paused..
Chorus： memphis bleek, jay-z
I done came up (uhh) put my life on the line (uhh)
Soaked the game up (yeah) now it's my time to shine
Time to change up (what？) no more second in line
Nine-eight, these streets is mine
Yeah, you done came up (uhh) put your life on the line (uhh)
Soaked the game up (yeah) now it's yo' time to shine
Time to change up, no more second in line
Right, yo we wild out in vegas, styled on haters
Mouthed off at the cops, i done crammed every drop
Copped whips the same color, we tighter than brothers
With different fathers but same mothers, this life don't love us
So til death do us, i'm never breakin my bond
Nigga we lex movers, v-12 pushers
As i stand
One leg of my pants up, in a stance like, 'man what？'
I know these niggaz are peepin my mind cancer
But in time's the answer
Seems mind-blowin, this weed and hennesey
Got my mind goin, trust me nigga, i'm knowin
Chicks used to ignore me, and my aunt sayin i need fifty
Not sixty-forty
Oh god, don't let him control y'all
Your gun is my gun, your clip is my clip baby
Your fun is my fun (uh-huh) your bitch is my bitch
Any nigga tryin to harm jay i'm feelin for you
I ain't only touchin you, i'm killin your crew
Give it a year, you'll be sittin on a million or two
Records sold nigga, perfect your roll, geyeah
Chorus： memphis bleek
I done came up (came up) put my life on the line
Soaked the game up (game up) now it's my time to shine
Time to change up (change up) no more second in line
Nine-eight, these streets is mine (what, geyeah geyeah)
I done came up (came up) put my life on the line
Soaked the game up (game up) now it's my time to shine
Time to change up (change up) no more second in line
Nine-eight, these streets is mine
Yeah, you done came up (uhh) put your life on the line (uhh)
Soaked the game up (yeah) now it's yo' time to shine
Time to change up, no more second in line
Yeah, yeah
Coming of age two, brand new
10.Crew Love
＊ the version on belly has an extra verse
Yeah, check it
Yo yeah i smoke weed now i don't give a fuck
And i also tote guns in case my dram pop up
It's crew love i spit two at every few thugs
Fo doves blow dubs holdin eight snub
I hold it down my strip, goin nowhere
Flip two eightballs trick the dough on low gear
The next week two o's gone
Nigga don't prolong
Play the studio and get my flow on
And sell weight on a later base
My older brother kept guns on his waist in case he air the place
And walk straight up on you fuckin crooked niggaz
Comin out ya mouth sideways like some rookie niggaz
I drink henny mixed wit nothing
My weed and the dutch is somethin
What you niggaz sayin nuttin
It's bleek, controllin these streets holdin the heat
Reportin for my live niggaz just like me what
Haha this is roc-a-fella for life
This is roc-a-fella for life
You know it's crew love, roc-a-fella till we die
As long as you and i keep it movin like a drive-by
We could stack dough sky-high
Niggaz can't touch what they can't feel real recognize real
Crew love, roc-a-fella till we die
As long as you and i keep it movin like a drive-by
We could stack dough sky-high
Niggaz can't touch what they can't feel real recognize real
Yo, i set up shop wit nick rocks that'll upset rookies
Make 'em slide like li'l dicks in wet pussy
Open up the whole strip, like monopoly
Dare one of ya'll to land on my property
Think you get some dough for my community chest？
Blaow blaow two to yo chest
Ya'll niggaz can't pass go cuz it cost to pass
Ya'll niggaz cheap like baltic ave.
Type ta land on jail can't pay your bail
Wanna borrow from the bank, nigga what you think
I'm the wrong one to lie to
Shit i'm the man who supply who supply who supply you
And ya'll a bunch talk money
I'm tryin to get it down for that motherfuckin boardwalk money
Two-brick money new blue six money
Paroo trip money flew in six money
Taj mahal trips orange chips money
Long dick money all in yo bitch money
Flow like the flu and spit sick money
Peep hotty's roc-a-fella wools route
All black mask down wit they tools out
Beanie mack i'll move out
I had niggaz runnin from school pickin new routes
Then i'll run and lick a shot make 'em move south
Switch up they last name get a new spouse
Scrambled up some down-payment for a new house
No matter where you go mack gone find ya
I'm like a shadow nigga i'm right behind ya
I'll blow out ya brains and won't give ya no reminder
Me and my road dog
Been og's for so long
Spit raw rolled up niggaz can smoke on
Shit i let 'em have it you faggots ain't know my status
Fuckin with my mathematics you make us savage
Five nine one six o, light brown
M-e-m-p-h-i-s bleek put it down
Its crew love, roc-a-fella till we die
As long as you and i keep it movin, nigga
Aiyyo i pray to the god mc to bless me
Wit a ill ass flow and sick ass dough
Where it don't make no sense that hundreds and cents and
Thousands of dollars ice freezes my collar
Where i need a turtle-neck to rock my check
And a pair of isotoners to rock my rings
Get the signin bonus know mack toppin them thangs
Flip twice rip that crew then i'm droppin my thang
Nigga it's crew love
11.Dead Presidents (part 1) ＊(Part 1)
＊ this song is not on jay-z：reasonable doubt -- only on the cd
single
Rock on
Roc-a-fella y'all
Presidents to represent me
I'm out for presidents to represent me (x2)
I'm out for dead presidents to represent me
Well i was fit that wonderama shit
Me and my conglomerate
Share remain anonymous
Caught up in the finest shit
Live out by dreams until my heart get vowed
And while we crave you know exactly what the shits about
Fuck y'all mean handlin' since a teen i dish out
Like the point got off your favorite team without doubt
My life ain't rosy but i roll with it
My mind was fine till the dough hit it
And told me that the mo' did it
And now it's closer shit and so i said it
I blow a digit on a dimin' in a minute but no bitchin'
Watch how i'm walkin' cause even the thoroughest niggaz be
knockin',
Tryin' to strike a bargain,
Hopin' that they might get part in
Shit on me boy we got me pins and needles
And my cerebral be's the wickedess evil
Thoughts that this boughter feed you
Feed back in a game so deep fien's can catch ya
Freeze off my knee cap can y'all believe that
Got the city drinkin' crystal raise up the fee
Rappers going broke tryin' to keep up wit me
My rise the riches surprise the bitches
Think harder you know this nigga jay-z shawn cotter
G.s. to fuck up, three years to fuck up
Watch me shine like a brightly be gets to fuck up
All rhymers forget like altimers
Small timers i said it
I'm adressin' all drama torture
I'm out for presidents to represent me (x3)
I'm out for dead presidents to represent me
(repeat x1)
So sick of niggaz
I want money like cosby who wouldn't
It's this kind of talk that make me think
You probably ain't got no pudding
Niggaz got them kinda dreams from jet
You in the streets nigga
Make your move get your get your mail
Niggaz are coastin' the s.l. but can't post bail
Niggaz are roast the l.
But scared to throw your toast well
I'am here to tell niggaz it ain't all swell
It's heaven been in tell niggaz
One day your cruisin' in ya seven
Next day your sweatin' forgetin' your lies
Alabuys ain't matchin' up, bullshit catchin' up
Hit with the rico, they repo, the re-he-ico
Everything was all good just a week ago
Bout to start bitchin' ain't you
Ready to start snitchin' ain't you
I forgive your weak ass hustlin' just ain't you
Aside from the fast cars
Hunnies that shake they ass at bars
You know you wouldn't be involded
With the underworld dealers, carriers and mac-miller's
East-coast parties, west-coast cap peelers
Little monkey niggaz turn gorilla's
Stoped in the station filled up on noctane
And now they not sane, and not playin'
That goes without sayin'
Slangin' day in and day out
With money playin' then they play you out
Tryin' to escape my own mind
Lurkin' the enemy representin' infinite
With presidencies you know
Dead presidents to represent me (x4)
I'm our for presidents to represent me (x7)
I'm our for dead presidents to represent me
12.Dj Clue Snippets
13.H To The Izzo
ladies and gentlemen, put our hands together for the
astonishing...
(girls singing)
H to the izz-o...v to the izz-a...
Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the 8th wonder of the world
The flow o' the century...oh it's timeless...hove!
Thanks for comin' out tonight
You coulda been anywhere in the world, but you're here with me
I appreciate that...uuunnnh...
H to the izz-o, v to the izz-a
Fo' shizzle my nizzle used to dribble down in va
Was herbin' em in the home of the terrapins
Got it dirt cheap for them
Plus if they was short wit' cheese i would work wit' them
Boy and we...got rid of that dirt for them
Wasn't born hustlers i was burpin' em
H to the izz-o, v to the izz-a
Fo' sheezy my neezy keep my arms so freezy
Can't leave rap alone the game needs me
Haters want me clapped and chromed it ain't easy
Cops wanna knock me, d.a. wanna box me in
But somehow, i beat them charges like rocky
H to the izz-o, v to the izz-a
Not guilty, he who does not feel me is not real to me
Therefore he doesn't exist
So poof...vamoose son of a bitch
Chorus
H to the izz-o, v to the izz-a
Fo' shizzle my nizzle used to dribble down in va
H to the izz-o, v to the izz-a
That's the anthem get'cha damn hands up
H to the izz-o, v to the izz-a
Not guilty ya'll got-ta feel me
H to the izz-o, v to the izz-a
That's the anthem get'cha damn hands up!
Holla at me...
I do this for my culture
To let 'em know what a nigga look like...when a nigga in a
roaster
Show 'em how to move in a room full 'o vultures
Industry shady it need to be taken over
Label owners hate me i'm raisin' the status quo up
I'm overchargin' niggaz for what they did to the cold crush
Pay us like you owe us for all the years that you hold us
We can talk, but money talks so talk mo' bucks
Chorus
Yeah...
Hove is back, life stories told through rap
Niggaz actin' like i sold you crack
Like i told you sell drugs...no...
Hove did that so hopefully you won't have to go through that
I was raised in the pro-jects, roaches and rats
Smokers out back, sellin' they mama's sofa
Lookouts on the corner, focused on the ave
Ladies in the window, focused on the kinfolk
Me under a lamp post, why i got my hand closed？
Cracks in my palm, watchin' the long arm o' the law
So you know i seen it all before
I seen hoop dreams deflate like a true fiend's weight
To try and to fail, the two things i hate
Succeed in this rap game, the two things is great
H to the izz-o, v to the izz-a
What else can i say about dude, i gets bizzay
Chorus
(girls singing)
H to the izz-o, v to the izz-a... (4x to fade out)
14.Hey Papi
hey papi
All my mamis bounce, uh
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(come on)
I said all my mamis bounce
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(bounce with me)
I said all my mamis bounce
(yeah, yeah, uh, uh, uh yeah-yea-yeah, yeah-yea-yeah)
(come on)
I said all my mamis bounce
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)
Freaky-freaky...
Ay yo i got a resolution
This year i'm playing right
No six fifteen this year
You can stay the night
We can go bowling it ain't like before
Can't y'all see that i'm growing？
I was so immature
I was young and having money
Having honeys come to the crib
Thinkin' they shit and they couldn't get cab money from me
Some bad chicks didn't get pass the bridge
I went to one trump plaza on their asses'
No room service just snacks and shit
Work with those lil' debbies and when your done get ready
The chicks i was fiendin' to smash
Let 'em lean on the cash
Will take 'em on long trips
Break 'em with long dick
There was no such thing as strong relationships
But i'm off that playa shit
I need a chick that practice tai chi
That still can buy weed
And can give me some good head
And i'll make her remind me, uh-huh
(hey papi)
Even if they don't understand the flow
They understand the dough
My ladies going
(hey papi)
Promise you'll never let me go
Promise you'll never leave me
Promise we'll grow, they going
(hey papi)
Even if they don't understand the flow
They understand the dough
The ladies going
(hey papi)
Promise you'll never let me go
Promise you'll never leave me
Promise we'll grow, they saying
Yo, yo, yo, yo the only thing bleek spinning is
Them chrome wheels spinning on them new rims
Home suspended from school again
I'm grown, still ill ladies love to be a deal, like bleek
Can i feel up on your wood and grill？
It's a hood thing, wood grain, off the chain
She give me good brain
Love the way i push my slang
Callin' my jack soon as the hop in my v
They catching contact, weed smoke all up in the weave
Bet'cha man can't do it like this, like this
I bet his wrists ain't bluish like this, like this
And i'm from marcy you catch me on anybody's block
Rappin' thug, the roc
Hoes they all clock like
(hey papi)
Even if they don't understand the flow
They understand the dough
My ladies going
(hey papi)
Promise you'll never let me go
Promise you'll never leave me
Promise we'll grow, they saying
(hey papi)
Even if they don't understand the flow
They understand the dough
The ladies going
(hey papi)
Promise you'll never let me go
Promise you'll never leave me
Promise we'll grow, they saying
I was the worse
I used to switch chicks every day
Had niggas mad for real like 'i wish he was gay'
Cause they knew sooner or later hun was gettin' with jay
Just a matter of time she was gettin' with jay
I'll have your chick in the summer tropics sippin' on 'zae
Spittin' up in the pacifics smoking spliffs in the shade
She used to love ya, but she feeling different today
You used to smother her, look at your honey slippin' away
Consorting with hustlers, niggas that be giving her space
She said she feel free when she's around me
I'm letting her do her and in turn she's doing me
She on the phone with her friends like how cool is he
(hey papi)
Even if they don't understand the flow
They understand the dough
My ladies going
(hey papi)
Promise you'll never let me go
Promise you'll never leave me
Promise we'll grow, they going
(hey papi)
Even if they don't understand the flow
They understand the dough
The ladies going
(hey papi)
Promise you'll never let me go
Promise you'll never leave me
Promise we'll grow, they saying
(hey papi)
Even if they don't understand the flow
They understand the dough
My ladies going
(hey papi)
Promise you'll never let me go
Promise you'll never leave me
Promise we'll grow, they going
(hey papi)
Even if they don't understand the flow
They understand the dough
The ladies going
(hey papi)
Promise you'll never let me go
Promise you'll never leave me
Promise we'll grow, they saying
(hey papi)
Even if they don't understand the flow
They understand the dough
My ladies going
(hey papi)
Promise you'll never let me go
Promise you'll never leave me
Promise we'll grow, they going
(hey papi)
Even if they don't understand the flow
They understand the dough
The ladies going
(hey papi)
Promise you'll never let me go
Promise you'll never leave me
Promise we'll grow, they saying
(hey papi!)
15.In My Lifetime(Original Ski Mix)
This song here..
.. is dedicated to danny dan, and may he rest in peace
Who at his funeral left us with the words that
He did it his way (uh-huh, uh-huh)
So, i have no other choice but to do it my way
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Uhh! while niggaz are shootin stupid
I'm carefully plottin, ways to make it rotten
Well planned hits until you're long forgotten
Y'all niggaz that utilize my style don't hurt me, cause on the
low
Half of these rappin-ass niggaz wanna work for me
Now picture me standin on somebody block tryin to rock
I drop bombs and niggaz see me with that dough by eight o'clock
My feet never touch the concrete, just street sweep awards
While you're starin on my dick nigga, gimme yours!
I don't hassle with capsules cause that'll make the grass grow
And get a project nigga paid up the asshole
If i'ma risk a frisk, gettin my wrists wrapped up in steel
I'm out here tryin to make a mill', my shit is real for real
While others worship guns i worship tons of money
Tons of fun, laughin at shit that ain't even funny
So i ain't pressed to make a cd, i took it slow
Eighty percent of these niggaz with deals
Can't see me with the dough, uhh!
Chorus： jay-z
In my lifetime, i need to see a whole lot of dough
I need a whole lot of dough (for real!)
In my lifetime, i need to see a whole lot of stash
I need a whole lot of cash (stay real!)
In my lifetime, i need to see a whole lot of dough
I need a whole lot of dough ＊
In my lifetime, i need to see a whole lot of stash
I need a whole lot of cash
＊1： (for real!)
＊2： (true!)
＊3： (true!)
More ice than winter ninety-four
I toured the fifty states with a trunk of raw
Recrutin, i'm hittin shortiess with consignment, but don't play
me
Ohh you gon' pay me, y'all niggaz ain't crazy!
I'm laid back in the five thousand italian leather seat recliner
Under some vagina, discussin the finer, things
My crib is mean, watchin a hundred inch screen
Lettin the shorties slide by once in a while and let em dream
They think i've mastered the game cause dames scream my name
With passion, i tell em stop flashin and start stashin
And we'll all get off the corner, the only heat you'll feel
Is from a sauna, lettin bubbles shoot up your ass if you wanna
And fuck that weed, it keeps you broke, invest in
Pounds of herbs and profit if niggaz wanna smoke dope
But keep your nuts cause this is a man's game
And we'll all pop champagne til it's a damn shame
Chorus
I'm shootin to vegas gamblin green-o at the casino
Schoolin the dice like vinny barberino
Welcome back, the ninety-four version of the mack
As soon as these ladies see me they don't know how to act
Cause like that, nigga, never twist the cap of malt liquor
Only pop and droppin cristal's down my throat, take a swigga
My style, ladies intoxicated by my profile
Your rollin with a pro with, money to blow child
You need to feel how sweet the skills be
To come and slide down sugar hill with me
The high roller, rolled up on your dice game
Unfold a pack of bills, grab my balls then bet it all
I never slept, cause sleepin keeps you deep in debt
On the block you lucky if you see my silhouette
I'm ghost, envied by most
So i keep a crew of crazy tenants that's sling toast, fucker
Chorus
Haha, f'real! jay-z lives
Ski, roc-a-blok productions, uh-huh, uh-huh
Dame dash.. ha-ha
Roc-a-fella records.. uh-huh
Everybody from brooklyn
Sauce money, big sarge, b hah
Dj clark kent, everybody uptown
？, my v-a click running thick
D'shawn definitly in the house
Roughness y'all, this how we do
16.Marcy To Hollywood
...back again ＆ back again
I went from marcy to hollywood
＆ back again ＆ back again
As a youth i used to hold the weed up
Old heads said i thought more like a soldier than a leader
In order to succeed i had to slow my speed up
Didn't listen to stuff took another puff of the chieva
They said believe us or not trust is somethin' you earn
With every mistake you make back to us you return
Probably would go hollywood i thought he was jokin'
My first taste of fame i hit the first thing smokin'
All engulfed into honeys the pussy was tight
If she threw the pussy right i got mushy like
Damn baby i love you take all my cash
'you ain't got to lie jay,' you already gettin' the ass
She loved that i was a thug it turned her on
Soon as i got soft it turned her off
I got relaxed put my feet up start dissin' my friends
＆ that's when the ceiling fell in
I went from marcy to hollywood
＆ back again ＆ back again
I went from marcy to hollywood
＆ back again ＆ back again
I came through with the shines
Like the streets was blind
Didn't master my algebra no caliber
Stick me？ i was thinkin' how ＆ for what
But reality bites like a thousand mutts
Nothin' worse than the person that's foul with guts
To stick you quicker...
This brand new nigga
Yup this is the foulest this ain't hollywood
It's the wild west whoever guns is the loudest
That's who's the best now take ten steps ＆ draw
Who dope can take ten steps ＆ remain raw
Who has no regards for the law？
Me that's who now let me ask you
Did you not know if we all don't eat
Some day that we all would beef？
Did you know about the crabs in the barrow
They would hear me creep
It's a muthafuckin' war in these streets
I'm from the ghetto to the ghetto
＆ i'm back again i'm back again
I'm from the ghetto to the ghetto
＆ i'm back again i'm back again
...from marcy to hollywood
＆ back again ＆ back again
...from marcy to hollywood
＆ back again ＆ back again
As a youth i used to fold up
Old heads said i thought more like a leader than a soldier
Back in the days never no heat thought shit was cool
Good cat personified even went to school
Learned wild shit made me feel kinda live
Off of nothin' with this bullshit 9 to 5
I stayed broke made me easier to provoke
Ready to yoke the first muthafucka that joked
Same dude with the hard bottom
Went from laid back to locced out
From talk it over to t...i shot him
Ready to perish all the shit you cherish
Leave you the wettest i got a 'you die first,' fetish
I can recall helpin' old chicks across the street
Now i help myself liftin' cats off they feet
Can't give a fuck nigga i just lost my moms
Why i need to feel something steel in both my arms
I went from marcy to hollywood
＆ back again ＆ back again
I went from marcy to hollywood
＆ back again ＆ back again
I'm from the ghetto to the ghetto
＆ i'm back again i'm back again
I'm from the ghetto to the ghetto
＆ i'm back again i'm back again
I went from marcy to hollywood
＆ back again back again
...from marcy to hollywood
＆ back again back again
Uh huh uh geah since y'all niggas don't like to think.
I'ma make it real easy for y'all. you got three different
Types of nigga. first cat, as a youth is real wild ＆
For whatever reason he hit the money or whatever,
Cooled out. you got one cat that's ghetto, grimy always
Remained ghetto. you know that type. then, you got
One cat very smart young man. e'rybody wanted him
To be a lawyer doctor whatever. pressure drove him crazy
He wiled out. ha geah...
...marcy to hollywood
＆ back again ＆ back again
Back again biotch
17.More Money, More Cash, More Hoes(Remix)
Jay-z talking：
Turn the lights even lower!
Hovah
Memphis bleek
Beanie seigels (uh huh)
Roc-a-fella y'all (yeah yeah)
Dmx： jigga, my nigga, rhyme all night
Verse one, jay-z：
To the top wit my niggas
Pop wit my niggas
Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas
Break day on the hottest block wit my niggas
Just cause i (dmx)love my niggas (uh huh)
Chill wit the crew (uh huh)
Real wit the crew
4 million sold, look- still wit the crew
Break bread wit the fam
Till i'm dead wit the fam
Duck cops. shake feds wit the fam
Flip them pies wit my hustlas (uh huh)
Ride for my hustlas
Die for my, lie for my, cry for my hustlas
Roll wit my duns (uh huh)
Cold wit the guns (uh huh)
If he slow wit my ones hit the floor when i come
I fuck wit them hoes that fuck wit them clothes
That's real wit them shoes, keep it real wit they dudes
I'm sick wit the flow and this is all i know
More money, more cash, more hoes beyachhhh!!!!!!
Chorus, jay-z (dmx)： 2x's
More money, more cash, more hoes (what)
More money, more cash, more hoes (uh)
More money, more cash, more hoes (come on)
More money, more cash, more hoes (what, what, what)
Verse two, memphis bleek：
Ay yo, m-e-m-p-h-i-s bleek
No need to dress warm, i brought plenty of heat
Y'all can't do nothing with this here
For one, i pack three 9s like the year
Y'all funny money hustlas
7 gram hustlas
Type to bust a o down wit ya man hustlas
I hold bank dough, dough 6-5-4
While you ho talk that, look for a walk dough
Petty crime niggas
Petty time niggas
Sold petty drugs came up wit petty thugs
Now you got game in you
Wanna be a menace and you got kane in you
I'll put them thangs in you
I'm a hot lil' nigga
I ain't gotta tell niggas
You came too deep, one fell niggas
I'm layin in the cut but still don't give a fuck
Roc-a-fella forever, memph man, what what
Chorus 2x's
Verse three, beanie seigel：
Peep the kid from p-h-i-l-l-y
North west south west south side
Spit it for them bitches and niggas who stay fly
B-mack, roc-a-fella till i die
Met jay, dropped on a album in a week
Without unsigned hype or battle of the beats
The first time niggas heard me spit it in the streets
I gave y'all a thousand bars wit memphis bleek
Stay strapped, heat in the car under the seat
6 hammers even though we only 3 deep
We clap up niggas
Smack up niggas
Duck tape, rope, and wrap up niggas
Think shit a joke, go head crack up niggas
Get treated like coke and get capped up niggas
The only thing funny
Is y'all never seen big face money
Till them big face 20s
Chorus 2x's
Jay-z talking：
Roc-a-fella shit
1999 (uh huh)
You about to witness a dynasty (you are not ready) unlike no
other
Get down or lay down ya heard!
No publishin' for niggas
I know y'all niggas wonderin, like：
When them niggas gone stop？ (come on)
We got a date for you-
February 31st, 19-neva hate (haha)
I know y'all niggas ready to kill yaself, too
Just go head and do it!
Jump off a buildin, slit ya wrists!
Just do it!
The world'll be a better place (haha)
Roc-a-fella
Beanie seigel
Memphis bleek
Hovah hovah
Ya heard me!
18.Never Change
Never, never, never, never, change
Never change, this is jay everyday(never change)
Never change, this is jay everyday
Never change, this is jay
I am a roc-representer
Oh, summer to winter
Oh, ten of our lives(change)
24-7, 365(change)
One cd a 360 pies
Whats up to e and kirk
Welcomwe home to taj
But no amount of money ruin, this thing evolves(change)
We run streets like drunks run street lights(change)
We collidin with life as we speak
We knee deep in coke, we keep deep in ice
We flood streets wit dope, we keep weed to smoke(change)
We all fish, better teach ya folk(change)
Give em money to eat, then next week he's broke
Cause when you sleep, hes reaching for your throat
Word on the street, you reap what you sow(change)
Not outta fear, but love, love for the game(change)
Roc-family first we never change, bank
Chorus 2x
Never, never, never, never, change
I'm still fuckin wit crime cause crime pays
I'll never change
Out hustlin, same clothes for days
I'll never change
I'll never change, i'm too stuck in my ways
Who you know like hov
Whats up to my miami and st. thomas connects
I never mention your name i promise respect(change)
Death before dishonor correct(what)yep(change)
Thats what you promised me, since the bama league
Along with, if we stay strong, we can get paper longer than
pippens arms(change)
Plead the fifth when it comes to the fam
Im like a dog i never speak but(change)i understand
Where my dogs at, where my soldiers at war
Where your balls at woo!, gotta pause that woo!
Lost 92 bricks had to fall back
Knocked(change)a nigga of his feet but i crawled back
Had a-1 credit got more crack
From the first to the fifth gave it all back
If(change)im not a hustla what you call that
This is before rap, 4, this is all fact
I'll never change
Chorus 2x
The streets robbed me wasnt educated properly
But fuck ya'll i needed money for atari(change)
Was so young my big sis still playin wit barbie(what)(change)
Young brother big city 8 million stories
Old heads taught me youngin walk softly
Carry a big clip that'll get niggas off me(change)
Keep coke and coffee keep money smellin moffe(change)
Change is cool a cop but more important its lawyer fees, uh
Thats how it is now, uh
Thats hoe it always be, uh
I'll never change this is always me(change)
From the womb to the tomb
From now to my doom(what)(change)
Drink army from one cup pass it around the room
Thats the ritual(yep) big gran i aint forgot you fool and all
that bullshit you
Tryin to get through(change)
This is crew love, move music or move drugs(change)
Rival crews get cha black suits up
I'll never change
Chorus fades out
19.Pain In Da Ass(Outro)
20.People's Court
Jigga
Biatch
Yeah
Fuck judge wapner
It's jigga
Ya heard？
Y'all niggas in violation of playa-hatin code
Section 1001
Yo, i gives a fuck if you traumed up
Dom perrignon'ed up
Niggas from where want what？
One slip'll get your cherry bombed up
I got heavy arm
And my niggas homicide and deadly calm in the cut
B, test your dumb blonde luck
Fuck with the wrong one
Shawn gun, harm one, two
Fuck y'all wan' do？
Bastards, niggas know i blast quick
As if y'all had to ask - shit
Get your ass twist
It's the rap's el ni, get your brain splitted
And i don't like pussy well enough to hang with it
You ain't with it, same shit, they
Can't fuck with the languaddage
Soon as the slang's spitted
If you came you get it
Plain as a game with them thangs with it
On co-sign and the whole nine
Leave you where i find yo ass - lost with no signs
You're so wrong
I'm the last nigga to roll on
Got a vest on, went to folsom
When you guess wrong i'ma press one
Muthafucka
Fuck the judge, fuck the jury
When you're warin with me
It's people's court, we hold court in the street
I gives a fuck about the d.a.
When you see jay
Better crawl for your heat
It's people's court, we hold court in the street
Ya heard me？
Fuck the judge, fuck the jury
When you're warin with me
It's people's court, we hold court in the street
I gives a shit about the plaintiff
Nigga, dangerous, watch your langauge with me
It's people's court, we hold court in the street
I give a shit if it's small claims like stealin your bitch
Or if it's supreme court like stealin your bricks
Look, my guns is all-range, more pain
Indifferential, whether you're big money or small change
When i cock it - ball game
My pistals never miss-trial, here's the determent
With no chance of parole bullets comin concurrent
I'm like 'why, nigga, try jigga？' you must remember
It's like bein on trial for your life with a public defender
Let the jury fill the seats up and start the court calendar off
With docu number 9mm
All rise...
The honourable jay-z presides
Instead of a mallet i hold a tool
All objections over-ruled
Say your opening arguments, hope you understand it
Two guns, right over left, that's how i cross-examine
Like tom cruise, popppin with the _top gun_ you lose
Jigga's no lie, and y'all can't handle the truth
No flow's sicker, no cell can hold jigga
Since i dropped 'reasonable doubt' no cocaine convictors
No contest in a rhyme fest, i'm best
Under oath raise my hand, and i spit it - honest
Know our facts for real 'fore y'all decide to act ill
When you blow trial ain't no comin back on the pill
It's murder one, bail set at a half a mill
It's murder one, for you backwards muthafuckas： red-rum
Committ hate crimes, fake crimes, i hold in contempt
You get state time for fakin like you greater than him
So cop a plea to lessen charges, pay your fine at the desk
sergeant
Say you're sorry, then - take your property
I be sho' defended, flow splendid, no co-defendant
While you niggas hold trial with no motions in it
Three time felon, third album, lockin it down for the term
Of 'lifetime', vol. 2, nigga, court is adjourned
21.Respect
Roc-a-fella once again, yeah
What...this is diamonds in da ruff yall, haha
We drop this song, yall didn't hear us before
Know what i mean, but
Yall gonna hear us now
Aiyyo,
Rebels my name
You see me phat farm, tim's all gemed up
Play hero and ninja like a pretzel
You get all bent up
Nobodys gonna hold me down
Nobodys gonna slow me down
All she be like straw house, nigga and just blow me down
＞from harlem a.k.a. bangladesh, shock 'em down
Thang thang
Make it sound like shitty bang bang
You still think im gonna choke the opposite of jay-z and
jermaine
Except im a rebel, on another level
Where money mean everything
Talk to me
No they aint ready to talk to you
Im gonna let these cats know man
Yo, listen here
I flow with fo fo guys
Haten po po spies
Relay on movin home grown pies
Rather dies than to see it
Mo' poties
I see my people shy
They will be knock
Whoever look through that pee holes blind
Smashing everything from the game
To that freak hoes fives
Shake life
Must be crack cause it grows most wise
And losers finally quote to see a cat like me, cold shine
Every night up in the down
Just to kill mo' timers
Bout time you let me play
Got more game than ea
Used to take goldeen trips to pa
We need a
Now on the way to the top it never stop
Catch me in every block with a rock
Eatin my way and its still just cocked
Ready to pop, now whos the fooler
Think im uhs cause im cuter
Be the same on in the cooler with the hole in the midula
I used to take twenties and buddha, to the face
Till i caught that case with george, on my waist
Now b.o.
Trying to violate if i get a taste
Feel me？
Im just like you
Want beef, i'll bust like you
Need to bust just like you, only trust my crew
Diamonds in da ruff
Aiyyo, whatever you all want to do yall do it, bring it man,
dont talk
To me, run at me
I can see its alot of yall goons
That dont want to see me get no riches
All im gonna do is rip the shows, get the hoes, and take your
bitches
Nigga, you aint gotta like me
Front, then you gotta fight me
I dont play fair
I play to win and my crew is like me
Im from spanish harlem
1st ave. to be exact
11-9-9, you niggas gotta problem wit that
Know from eastend to riverside and fineas dieon
Bring the war without the wip like dieon
Im gonna see 'em
Im gonna respect something that is important to me
Aint nobody you know livin' that ever extorted me
My fam i'd die for, cry for, lie for
Take a knife in the eye for
Nigga, im a suvivour in the bx, rep my lenox
To 241st and whiteplains
Smack you like a parker brother
Fathers hit your light game
And i just came in
To let yall niggas know
Bout a diamond in da ruff
And i still need the dough, nigga
Nigga jumps across the webs, the wilson, grand jev, metro long,
polo
Grounds, saint knick, manhatten and we run new york
Yall want to know my style basically
Im a thorough nigga named b. bubblin
Not that cats you want trouble with
And i demand respect
Change the harlem vet. from foster, lincoln, whillen projects
across
110th
To the depth witty, f had the west indies
Im odin it right so my chicken head dog can rest with me
Most cats is unworthy
And you can find me if you wanted to on 1st ave.
In gold tim's and yankee jersey
What what what what (fading)
22.Things Groupies Say(Skit)
23.This Life Forever
Uh-huh
Blackhand ent.
Roc-a-fella records
In association with the streets
The black gangster
In conjunction
With everything official
Yeah
I ride throught the ghetto windows down halfway
Halfway out of my mind music on 9, blasting donny hathaway
Me and my niggas spending half the day
Plotting, how we gon get this math with out getting balst away
I wake up to the same problems after today
Life is harsh, niggas gotta ？
Right from the start they place me in the ghetto tender age of
nine
I tend to mine and to surrender to crime
Wouldnt wish this on nobody like the end of like mine
Ever since i was quite young a nigga been in divine
Had to scratch for every plaque, rap aint even all its cracked
up to be
Niggas dont stack up to me
Had to hustle in a world of trouble
Trapped in, clostrophobic the only way out was rapping
America dont understand it, the demographics i tapped in
I'm the truest nigga to do this nigga and anything else is
foolish
Like those who stay high, under god's grey skies
My lyrics is like bible, made to save lives
In the midst of all your misery nigga, stay fly
Never let em see you frown, even smile when you down
Shit, i floss on my off-days fuck what they all say
Niggas cant stop me like rumors, i'm too strong
All-day
Socks explode and sweatpants pockets is bulging
Holding it down on the corner with my glock holding
My spot is golden, drop the price on the coke and
Drove the competition out and let the dough flow in
The cops is closing in, i can do the time
But whats really on my mine, is there's no hoes in the pen
I play the low and try and make it hard to find me
Feds still tryna build a case since '93
I told them, i'm retired but they like whatever
You know them pigs dont wanna see you get your life together
Chorus：
I'm stuck in this life forever
The more things change the more they stay the same
Who am i to change the game？
You gotta move quick like her-o-in and dope can
The blocks hotter than its ever been
Once again
Hold the gun at eye level, i aint afraid of conflict
I let the nine rip, nigga say 'hi' to the devil
I blind with the bezel, i'm in line with the ghetto
What yall nigga afraid of my mind or the metal
Niggas tryna subtract my life, my mathematics is precise
I carry the nine, so fucking with me just aint the answer
I cant lose when i was young i was like fresh
Poppa raised me to chess moves
And though your gone i'm not bitter you left me prepared
We got divided by the years, but i got it from here
Dont sweat that, sounds bump from marcy to lefrak
To that pocket in dc where my man caught his death at
Over my years i've seen rooks get tooken by the knight
Lose they crown by tryna defend a queen
Checkmate, in 4 moves the bobby fischer of rap
？？？ in a time where we all move
Lets face it either your dough chasin, or basing
Lacing, cops got your face sprung like mason
Careful, any infultration i'm leaving niggas
Leaving more than just information
Chorus
Uh
Real shit
The black gangsta
Blackhand ent.
Roc a fella
Never interrupt this thing of ours
The black ganagsa
Jigga
Hova
Roll with me
24.What The Game Made Me
Yeah
Intro／chorus：jay-z
I'm what the game made me
Not what the fame made me
No amount of money can change me
I'm what you lames can't be
Live nigga what？ live as fuck
(repeat 2x)
Verse one： jay-z
Check, live from the 7-1-8
Either respect the flow or learn your lesson from your weight
I'm wishin arthritis on all writers who, knock my hustle
How can y'all understand the struggle？
It's hard to live, when you got greedy niggaz in the mix
Knowin i outclass three-e niggaz in the six
So i outblast til it's empty clips
And i outlast niggaz, survival of the fit
One life, i gotta make sure it's done right
Cause them yet to have a conversation bout reincarnation
Ball out, until i fall out
Stick thick chicks, try to tear they wall out
Hard to think about your future with, nothin to gain
Hard to concentrate on school with stomach pain
Life's harsh, i know y'all runnin from 'caine
But it'll only catch you and track you down
With no deal, who you gonna rap to now？
Start your own record company, that's profound
Live niggaz gonna rumble when you back from the war
Jive niggaz gonna crumble and fall
Chorus
Verse two： memphis bleek
Aiyyo whether in the pinto, or rollin in the six
I come through cocky, holdin my dick
I never switch shit, cause that's some bitch shit
I get the bisquick take it to the district
Cause i could never get rich, and switch my style
I just cop a little hurt, to the mercantile
I'm tryin to get it though, rhymin with this six digit flow
Gettin fly is the minimal, holdin somethin is the principal
Respect this young nigga that's, holdin the torch
Preachin shit like the crack game, don't take shorts
Throw it down it's a bet, nigga roll hard
Til you got somethin icey, round your neck
In this concrete jungle get rich or remain humble
Never speak the biz, at worst i might mumble
Niggaz test it i spit guns, angrily
Til all that remains is me
Chorus (by memphis bleek instead of jay-z)
Verse three： sauce money
I went from no dough to show dough to money to blow
From umm, hoe i don't know, to get deez
Never, 'excuse me miss,' bitch please, never try to provoke
Same disrespectful cat i was when i was broke
Ain't nuttin changed baby but the different faces i stop
Or maybe some of the places i shop
Now that i run through tracks like cleets with a air
For some of the hottest beats, still catch me eatin at pete's
Fuck the foul cat who screamed out and threatened my life
It's all good, here i come kid, dead to the hood
Til i'm in the dirt, foul cats like termites
Come out of the woodworks, if they think you stack paper
Dead niggaz react later while the cancer spread
Teach a team how to scheme before they answer lead
You know me, i used to shoot hoops in the park, ain't nothin
changed
Except now i push coupe's in the dark
Chorus (sauce money instead of jay-z)
25.Who You Wit
Uh-huh, yeah hah
Never sprung huh？
Jigga, roc-a-fella y'all
Never sprung huh？
Yeah, peep the repertoire
Peoples, feel me on this one
Peoples, feel this
Never sprung huh？ know my style
I love bitches, thug bitches, shy bitches
Rough bitches, don't matter you my bitches
Gold diggers witcha eyes on my riches
Can't knock your hustle for real, exotic bitches
I'm game tight, see it all through the platinum french
Braids with the french name in the same night
Pull you and your tight friend
Lift your little dress like light wind, hah, then i slide right
in
You know the whole repertoire, u.s. to the u-s-s-r
Sexier than a lexus car
Match wits with the best of y'all the rest of y'all
Is like veg-etables in my presence, check it
Reminescin to nuttin you ever heard, iceberg
Slim baby ride rims through the suburbs
Funds come in lump sums never ends deferred
Get money like i'm down south wednesday the 3rd, it's on
＊chorus＊
Dough to get, more shows to rip
I suggest you all roll with the click, who you wit
Frozen wrists and it's flows that's sick
More o's than you know exist, bitch who you wit
Can't scheme on em, roc-a-fella got a team on em
Chicks dream on him trick cream on him
Lose it when dudes think it's just music
Lean on em flash green on em and diamond rings on em
Sex around the way girls down to meet eyes
I'm somethin every girl gotta have like levi's
Ya quita, me got more, see i ball
You can love me or hate me, either or
I'ma stay widdit, rock the custom drop bentleys
Never eat at denny's and party like lil penny
Can he live？ trick or main chick but if she leave
Just as quick, indian give, ha-hah
Now what i look like？ givin a chick half my trap
Like she wrote half my raps, yeah, i'm havin that
You be the same chick when you leave me
The bankbook and the credit cards and take everything you came
wit
＊chorus＊
You know the move's major, never minor
Cause when you a true player, they never find ya
We takin trips abroad with chicks from afar
Down in the grill in the villa gettin hilla
Never know em at the resort, readin to ride with us all
Checkin out this new wine, inhalin the cork
Million miles from the puddles the rainy days the tussles
Reign in ways to hustle, so we won't get caught
Had beef of all sort but i turned it around
Chose my steps more wisely, i'm learnin the ground
I was so gung-ho when i earned my first pound
Now it's million dollar deals, straight turnin em down
Roc-a-fella make or break me, til death do us
Won't be in your right mind, you ever step to us
Been there, when i was in my tenth year, went there
Then i realized that it didn't make sense there
Backtrack, show me where the cash at, and plus
Frivilous beef, please, we lookin past that
Y'all can gossip while we learnin the world
Drop the hot shit never returnin your girl, it's on
＊chorus＊ (repeat 4x)
Beyatch!
Jigga, nine-seven shit, next millenia
Recognize, realize, it's on
Roc the block, ahh
Laughin, it's on
26.Wishing On A Star
Chorus：gwen dickey
I'm wishing on a star to follow where you are
I'm wishing on a dream to follow what it means
Verse 1：jay-z
Check it out, you can catch me on top now, playin a club
Throwin a shot down, tryin to stay above
Ground, another ground-breakin day in the club
Surrounded by my home thoughts, playin a cut
Reminesin on days i didn't have a pot to piss in
No watches to glisin, no v's with hot systems
Missin my homies that passed right in front of my eyes
Due to the fast life we told wonderful lies
On how we would live forever, time proved us wrong
Had to get our shit together and move it along
Had dreams of being big niggas, jig niggas
Drivin the hottest cars, movin out with our moms and i'm
Chorus： gwen dickey
Wishing on a star to follow where you are
I'm wishing on a dream to follow what it means
Verse 2： jay-z
Was interuppted by this chicken that i used to cluck wit
Back in the days when i was movin much shit, 'what up chick？'
Maintanin, it's the same old thang
A little stress, a little bullshit, ain't too much changed
I see you kept it movin, you see i kept improving, she nodded
her head in
Agreement
Remember when i used to walk up and down the cement, puttin it
down
While the streets is watchin, stay hooded down
Just to earn a rep, but what good is it now？
She said 'damn i just stopped to say hi.... bye'
I was too deep for you from day one
Thats why we never had relations, continued in my own zone
Chorus： gwen dickey
I'm wishing on a star to follow where you are
I'm wishing on a dream to follow what it means
And i wish on all the rainbows that i see
I wish on all the people who really dream
And i'm wishing on tomorrow praying it will come
And i'm wishing on all the loving we've ever done
Verse 3： jay-z
Uh huh, we used to play tap-tap for rap tracks
Run, catch, and kiss in the back park until it got dark
Wanted to be like the older fellas, sneak and drink old chample
Dangerous games we played on the third rail
Fiend for the summer breeze
Hopped out the lee's dungrares
Into the hawaiian shorts, relying on sports
To take us away from here, but i cut too much
So i had a plan b used to rhyme with a brush
My sinners used to back me up
Like doug e. fresh and ricky d., eric, mickey and me
All my niggas is you with me, each of ya'll
Let's reach for the stars now... jigga!
Chorus： gwen dickey
I'm wishing on a star to follow where you are
I'm wishing on a dream to follow what it means
And i wish on all the rainbows that i see
I wish on all the people who really dream
And i'm wishing on tomorrow praying it will come
And i'm wishing on all the loving we've ever done
27.Girls, Girls, Girls(Remix)
'I'm not a one girl's guy... (real talk for ya, peep game)
aint they know it, when it comes to love, I don't lie (we don't
lie man)
and the girls respect me for it (you gotta respect that)
aint gonna say my nose？ can't be over (I may never say never)
right now it's just too many fine ladies out there to choose one
from'
(too many ladies, ha)
Yo put your number on this paper cuz I would love to date ya
Holla at ya when I come off tour
Whoo! Who you lovin, who you wanna be huggin, heh
who you wit, who you wanna be fuckin
got this smarty art chick to whom I pose this question
I read a couple books to add to her soul's progression
to put this in laymen's term, I gave her some knowledge
she gave me, brains in return, she had to drop out of college
knowin she does this homework, I give her in house tutoring
in and out I'm movin through her student body union and
she, call me professor, say daddy come and test her
so she could fail on purpose and repeat the semester
I'm like, at this rate ma you never graduate
she said, I aint no fool I make it up in summer school
I love girls, girls, girls, girls, girls, I do adore
Yo put your number on this paper cuz I would love to date ya
Holla at ya when I come off tour
Now let the people sing
I'm tryin girls out, (just tryin girls out) just tryin girls out
Yo put your number on this paper cuz I would love to date ya
Holla at ya when I come off tour
Heh, who you lovin, who you wanna be fuckin
who said what, why you trippin girl, why's you fussin？
got this model slash actress slash part time waitress
spend a whole day she hangin round with part time haters
all they do is diss dirt and put a up on my latest
itinerary, but since I tend to vary see
I tend to carry, more rumors than ten Mariah Careys
tend to hurries in ten places at once
plus she can't front just peep how I run mines
ma, our time together is our time together, and uh
our time apart is our time apart
so love Jay with your mind girl and not your heart
and some day I slow down, but for now I get around
like the late Makiavelli or Perelli twenty inches
or caine and O-dog, stick up tape from menace
you tell 'em chicks if they must know my buisness
I'm tryin girls out, just tryin girls out
put your number on this paper cuz I would love to date ya
holla at ya when I get off tour
I'm tryin girls, girls, girls, girls, girls I do adore
yo put your number on this paper cuz I would love to date ya
holla at ya when I come off tour
I'm lookin for, southern girl that cook like Patti LaBelle
big ghetto booty, scarf over doobie
Chanell under the louie, Gucci over booty
Vicki covered titties, attitude of the city
pretty, witty, girly, whirly
one who likes to party but come home early
light kinda dark, short sorta tall
slim, kinda thick I swear I love 'em all
she can cook the coke and got hook up on the license
but she can get you first class seats for coach prices
isn't this great, my flight leaves at eight
her flight lands at nine, my game just rewinds
I'm tryin girls out, just tryin girls out
put your number on this paper cuz I would love to date ya
holla at ya when I get off tour
I'm tryin girls, girls, girls, girls, girls I do adore
yo put your number on this paper cuz I would love to date ya
holla at ya when I come off tour
'I'm not a one girl's guy, and they know it
when it comes to love, I don't lie, and the girls respect me for
it
aint gonna say my nose？ can't be over,
but right now it's just too many fine ladies out there to choose
one from
I'm tryin girls out, waiting patiently,
just tryin girls out, until I find the one for me'
28.Can I Get A...(Video Edit)
Vocal：Jay-Z／Amil／Ja Rule
Bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Can ya can ya can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Ya-yah-yah, ya-ya-yah-yeah bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Ge-gi, ge-gi-gi-gi-geyeah bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Get it!
Can I hit in the MORNING
without giving you half of my dough
And even worse if I was broke would you WANT ME？
If I couldn't get you finer things
would you STILL ROLL？
If we couldn't see the sun risin off the shore of Thailand
would you RIDE THEN, if it wasn't DROPPIN？
would you come around naked, would you clown me？
If I couldn't flow futuristic would ya
contend with six, two jobs to survive, or
do you need a BALLA？ So you can shop and tear the MALL UP？
Brag, tell your friends what I BOUGHT YA
Baby girl, if this is so, yo..
Can I get a WHAT WHAT
to these chickens from all of my doves
who don't love those, they get no dough
Can I get a WOOP WOOP
to these fellas from all of my ladies
who don't got love for players without dubs？
Now can you bounce wit me, uhh
Bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Can ya can ya can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Uh uh.. Major Coins
Bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Yeah, not done
Can ya can ya can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Uh-uh uh uh
You ain't gotta be rich but FUNK DAT
Can you AFFORD ME, my ？ ？ this, never corny
Ambition makes me, so horny, I come fussin in the
FRONT END, if you got nuttin, baby boy, you betta
I like a, lot of Pravada, Alize and Baca
Get it up I put it down anytime it pop up
I got to snap em, let it loose, then I knock ya
Feel the juice, then I got ya, when you produce a rocka
I let you meet momma and introduce you to poppa
Never test my patience sweetie, I'm high maintenance
HIGH CLASS, if you ain't rollin, bypass
Now can you bounce for me, bounce for me
Uhh
Can ya can ya can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Uhh!
Gi-gi-gi-geyeah-geyeah
Can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me
UHH!
Gi-gi-gi-gi can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Uhh! Yeah
It ain't even a question
how my dough flows, you good if you got those
Lady, ride in your bump, like a Tahoe
What you ain't know, it's eazy, but hear me though
Baby girl, best have my, money fo' sho'
Before they go, runnin they mouth, promotin half
I be bangin they, back out, go 'head, let it out
I leave em with no doubts, bounce, toss a hundred
Makin em feel, taunted even if they don't want it
It's been SO LONG
since I met a chick ain't on my tips but then I'm
DEAD WRONG, when I tell em BE GONE
So HOLD ON to the feelin of flossin and platinum
cause from NOW ON, you can witness Ja the I-CON
with hoodies and TIMBS ON, cause I thugs my women
VeVe, studs my women, if you wit me you wit em
I'm talkin bout good livin are we here, you wit us？
If not Boo, you know what, I still got you
Now can you bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Ge-gi, ge-gi-gi-gi bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Wit me wit me wit me bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Bounce.. bounce.. wit me wit me wit me wit me
Can ya bounce wit me wi me
Ge-gi, ge-gi-gi-gi-geyeah...
29.Hey Papi
Vocal：Jay-Z／Amil／Memphis Bleek／Timbaland
All my mamis bounce, uh
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Come on)
I said all my mamis bounce
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Bounce with me)
I said all my mamis bounce
(Yeah, yeah, uh, uh, uh yeah-yea-yeah, yeah-yea-yeah)
(Come on)
I said all my mamis bounce
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)
Freaky-freaky...
Ay yo I got a resolution
This year I'm playing right
No six fifteen this year
You can stay the night
We can go bowling it ain't like before
Can't y'all see that I'm growing？
I was so immature
I was young and having money
Having honeys come to the crib
Thinkin' they shit and they couldn't get cab money from me
Some bad chicks didn't get pass the bridge
I went to One Trump Plaza on their asses'
No room service just snacks and shit
Work with those Lil' Debbies and when your done get ready
The chicks I was fiendin' to smash
Let 'em lean on the cash
Will take 'em on long trips
Break 'em with long dick
There was no such thing as strong relationships
But I'm off that playa shit
I need a chick that practice Tai Chi
That still can buy weed
And can give me some good head
And I'll make her remind me, uh-huh
(Hey papi)
Even if they don't understand the flow
They understand the dough
My ladies going
(Hey papi)
Promise you'll never let me go
Promise you'll never leave me
Promise we'll grow, they going
(Hey papi)
Even if they don't understand the flow
They understand the dough
The ladies going
(Hey papi)
Promise you'll never let me go
Promise you'll never leave me
Promise we'll grow, they saying
Yo, yo, yo, yo the only thing Bleek spinning is
Them chrome wheels spinning on them new rims
Home suspended from school again
I'm grown, still ill ladies love to be a deal, like Bleek
Can I feel up on your wood and grill？
It's a hood thing, wood grain, off the chain
She give me good brain
Love the way I push my slang
Callin' my jack soon as the hop in my V
They catching contact, weed smoke all up in the weave
Bet'cha man can't do it like this, like this
I bet his wrists ain't bluish like this, like this
And I'm from Marcy you catch me on anybody's block
Rappin' thug, the Roc
Hoes they all clock like
(Hey papi)
Even if they don't understand the flow
They understand the dough
My ladies going
(Hey papi)
Promise you'll never let me go
Promise you'll never leave me
Promise we'll grow, they saying
(Hey papi)
Even if they don't understand the flow
They understand the dough
The ladies going
(Hey papi)
Promise you'll never let me go
Promise you'll never leave me
Promise we'll grow, they saying
I was the worse
I used to switch chicks every day
Had niggas mad for real like 'I wish he was gay'
Cause they knew sooner or later hun was gettin' with Jay
Just a matter of time she was gettin' with Jay
I'll have your chick in the summer tropics sippin' on 'zae
Spittin' up in the Pacifics smoking spliffs in the shade
She used to love ya, but she feeling different today
You used to smother her, look at your honey slippin' away
Consorting with hustlers, niggas that be giving her space
She said she feel free when she's around me
I'm letting her do her and in turn she's doing me
She on the phone with her friends like how cool is she
(Hey papi)
Even if they don't understand the flow
They understand the dough
My ladies going
(Hey papi)
Promise you'll never let me go
Promise you'll never leave me
Promise we'll grow, they going
(Hey papi)
Even if they don't understand the flow
They understand the dough
The ladies going
(Hey papi)
Promise you'll never let me go
Promise you'll never leave me
Promise we'll grow, they saying
(Hey papi)
Even if they don't understand the flow
They understand the dough
My ladies going
(Hey papi)
Promise you'll never let me go
Promise you'll never leave me
Promise we'll grow, they going
(Hey papi)
Even if they don't understand the flow
They understand the dough
The ladies going
(Hey papi)
Promise you'll never let me go
Promise you'll never leave me
Promise we'll grow, they saying
(Hey papi)
Even if they don't understand the flow
They understand the dough
My ladies going
(Hey papi)
Promise you'll never let me go
Promise you'll never leave me
Promise we'll grow, they going
(Hey papi)
Even if they don't understand the flow
They understand the dough
The ladies going
(Hey papi)
Promise you'll never let me go
Promise you'll never leave me
Promise we'll grow, they saying
(Hey papi!)
30.Can't Knock the Hustle(Remix)
(Singing) Whoooh, Paradise
you better think twice, 'cause you're not living the life
Jay-Z, Roc-A-Fella y'all, it don't stop
We about to change this game here
Check my pockets there's nothing but game there
I remain without fear
Keep the lanes clear, and the cats that's all about threats
remain here
On top of this Metropolis
My name is like a square
Dropped off every tier
Now y'all can swear to Jay
Heard it the other day
Through the mystery, we get it swiftly
We got to hit you every night before we hit the lights it's type
addictive
Need cats to live with, the heat goes on
Everyday is a hustle, the beat goes on
Funny thing happen, in the midst of chasing money and foes
And the worst thing worst then getting old is not getting old
Niggaz stay low, like six bowls of shit and gold
And watch the hoes when they bump into your clothes
And I hope they shine
Seen a lot of things and enough memories to last me two
lifetimes
Can't knock the hustle
I'm taking out this time
To give you a piece of my mind
Who do you think you are
Baby one day you'll be a star
Check this
In a mans world need a girl to tough something
Pull an 80 out her Anne Klein purse and bust something
If you skating through the night to the light, then trust
something
When I get home
Then it's on
Girl just crack those shaped legs like Grade A eggs
Love the way you behave and beg
Moan, turn those hollers to screams as we zone like a college
team
Then they can hear you from Hollis, Queens (226)
Life with me, consists of a lot of things
Chips in your ear hit the dirt 'cause you got hotter things
But you know how to scream, friends talking dizziness
Remind them freak chicks to stay out my business
You know they can't love it, trips to LA with no luggage
Came back with six bags struggling
In first class if my ass should crash, champagne spilled on me
Bank still off on me
But until the last day, I'm the one who's crazy
'Cause that's the way you making me feel (can't knock the
hustle)
I don't want no romance, I just want the chance
Can't knock the hustle for real
Ever since you retired, working alongside those live wires
Been in this rap biz with fake nigs you know liars
I guess I'm biased, what I talk about I live
These rap dudes can flip, but some of them ain't even rhyming
for chips
WHAT PART OF THE GAME IS THIS
Seems brainless, on tours with whores that's what I'm saying I
miss
Cats that go all out for their gold plaques
Starting out with four jacks, ended up with Gold Ac's
Bet your love collapses if my funds get trapped
On the weight of me through you, screw you
Gun blew you, I didn't want to choose you
Run through you like UH, EXCUSE YOU!
But that's my cash, I understand you hustle
That's my cash, you don't understand
Let my dough flash, you can show it love
Like a rap star in front of the club
But don't knock the hustle
31.In My Lifetime(Original Ski Mix)
This song here..
.. is dedicated to Danny Dan, and may he rest in peace
Who at his funeral left us with the words that
he did it his way (uh-huh, uh-huh)
So, I have no other choice but to do it my way
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Uhh! While niggaz are shootin stupid
I'm carefully plottin, ways to make it rotten
Well planned hits until you're long forgotten
Y'all niggaz that utilize my style don't hurt me, cause on the
low
half of these rappin-ass niggaz wanna work for me
Now picture me standin on somebody block tryin to rock
I drop bombs and niggaz see me with that dough by eight o'clock
My feet never touch the concrete, just street sweep awards
While you're starin on my dick nigga, gimme yours!
I don't hassle with capsules cause that'll make the grass grow
and get a project nigga paid up the asshole
if I'ma risk a frisk, gettin my wrists wrapped up in steel
I'm out here tryin to make a mill', my shit is real for real
While others worship guns I worship tons of money
tons of fun, laughin at shit that ain't even funny
So I ain't pressed to make a CD, I took it slow
Eighty percent of these niggaz with deals
can't see me with the dough, uhh!
In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of dough
I need a whole lot of dough (for real!)
In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of stash
I need a whole lot of cash (stay real!)
In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of dough
I need a whole lot of dough ＊
In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of stash
I need a whole lot of cash
＊1： (for real!)
＊2： (true!)
＊3： (true!)
More ice than winter ninety-four
I toured the fifty states with a trunk of raw
Recrutin, I'm hittin shortiess with consignment, but don't play
me
Ohh you gon' pay me, y'all niggaz ain't crazy!
I'm laid back in the five thousand Italian leather seat recliner
under some vagina, discussin the finer, things
My crib is mean, watchin a hundred inch screen
Lettin the shorties slide by once in a while and let em dream
They think I've mastered the game cause dames scream my name
with passion, I tell em stop flashin and start stashin
And we'll all get off the corner, the only heat you'll feel
is from a sauna, lettin bubbles shoot up your ass if you wanna
And fuck that weed, it keeps you broke, invest in
pounds of herbs and profit if niggaz wanna smoke dope
But keep your nuts cause this is a man's game
And we'll all pop champagne til it's a damn shame
I'm shootin to Vegas gamblin green-o at the casino
Schoolin the dice like Vinny Barberino
Welcome back, the ninety-four version of the mack
As soon as these ladies see me they don't know how to act
Cause like that, nigga, never twist the cap of malt liquor
Only pop and droppin Cristal's down my throat, take a swigga
My style, ladies intoxicated by my profile
Your rollin with a pro with, money to blow child
You need to feel how sweet the skills be
to come and slide down Sugar Hill with me
The high roller, rolled up on your dice game
Unfold a pack of bills, grab my balls then bet it all
I never slept, cause sleepin keeps you deep in debt
On the block you lucky if you see my silhouette
I'm ghost, envied by most
So I keep a crew of crazy tenants that's sling toast, fucker
Haha, f'real! Jay-Z lives
Ski, Roc-a-Blok Productions, uh-huh, uh-huh
Dame Dash.. ha-ha
Roc-a-fella Records.. uh-huh
Everybody from Brooklyn
Sauce Money, Big Sarge, B Hah
DJ Clark Kent, everybody Uptown
？, my V-A click running thick
D'Shawn definitly in the house
Roughness y'all, this how we do
32.Marcy to Hollywood
Vocal：Jay-Z／Memphis Bleek／Sauce Money
...back again ＆ back again
I went from Marcy to Hollywood
＆ back again ＆ back again
As a youth I used to hold the weed up
old heads said I thought more like a soldier than a leader
in order to succeed I had to slow my speed up
didn't listen to stuff took another puff of the chieva
they said believe us or not trust is somethin' you earn
with every mistake you make back to us you return
probably would go Hollywood I thought he was jokin'
My first taste of fame I hit the first thing smokin'
All engulfed into honeys the pussy was tight
if she threw the pussy right I got mushy like
Damn baby I love you take all my cash
'You ain't got to lie Jay,' you already gettin' the ass
She loved that I was a thug it turned her on
soon as I got soft it turned her off
I got relaxed put my feet up start dissin' my friends
＆ that's when the ceiling fell in
I went from Marcy to Hollywood
＆ back again ＆ back again
I went from Marcy to Hollywood
＆ back again ＆ back again
I came through with the shines
like the streets was blind
didn't master my Algebra no caliber
Stick me？ I was thinkin' how ＆ for what
but reality bites like a thousand mutts
Nothin' worse than the person that's foul with guts
to stick you quicker...
This brand new nigga
yup this is the foulest this ain't Hollywood
It's the Wild West whoever guns is the loudest
that's who's the best now take ten steps ＆ draw
who dope can take ten steps ＆ remain raw
Who has no regards for the law？
Me that's who now let me ask you
Did you not know if we all don't eat
some day that we all would beef？
Did you know about the crabs in the barrow
they would hear me creep
it's a muthafuckin' war in these streets
I'm from the ghetto to the ghetto
＆ I'm back again I'm back again
I'm from the ghetto to the ghetto
＆ I'm back again I'm back again
...from Marcy to Hollywood
＆ back again ＆ back again
...from Marcy to Hollywood
＆ back again ＆ back again
As a youth I used to fold up
old heads said I thought more like a leader than a soldier
Back in the days never no heat thought shit was cool
good cat personified even went to school
learned wild shit made me feel kinda live
off of nothin' with this bullshit 9 to 5
I stayed broke made me easier to provoke
ready to yoke the first muthafucka that joked
Same dude with the hard bottom
went from laid back to locced out
from talk it over to t...I shot him
Ready to perish all the shit you cherish
leave you the wettest I got a 'You die first,' fetish
I can recall helpin' old chicks across the street
now I help myself liftin' cats off they feet
Can't give a fuck nigga I just lost my moms
why I need to feel something steel in both my arms
I went from Marcy to Hollywood
＆ back again ＆ back again
I went from Marcy to Hollywood
＆ back again ＆ back again
I'm from the ghetto to the ghetto
＆ I'm back again I'm back again
I'm from the ghetto to the ghetto
＆ I'm back again I'm back again
I went from Marcy to Hollywood
＆ back again back again
...from Marcy to Hollywood
＆ back again back again
Uh huh uh geah since y'all niggas don't like to think.
I'ma make it real easy for y'all. You got three different
types of nigga. First cat, as a youth is real wild ＆
for whatever reason he hit the money or whatever,
cooled out. You got one cat that's ghetto, grimy always
remained ghetto. You know that type. Then, you got
one cat very smart young man. E'rybody wanted him
to be a lawyer doctor whatever. Pressure drove him crazy
he wiled out. Ha geah...
...Marcy to Hollywood
＆ back again ＆ back again
back again Biotch
33.A Million and 1 Questions(Extended)
I did it again niggaz
Fucked up, right？ ha, I know
I know what y'all niggaz asking yourself
He gonna ever fall off？
No...
...lot of speculation
on the monies I've made, honeys I've slayed
How is he for real？ Is that nigga really paid？
Hustlers I've met or, dealt with direct
Is it true he slay the beef and slept with a tech？
What's the position you hold？ Can you really match
a triple platinum artist buck by buck by only a single goin
gold？
Roc-A-Fella ship fold, and you're left out in the cold
Is it back to charging motherfuckers 11 for an O
For the millionth time askin me
Questions like Wendy Williams, harrassin me
then get upset when I catch feelings
Can I get a minute to breathe？ And in that minute you leave
While I'm looking at my Rol' ice spinnin on my sleeve
Uggh, nice watch, do you really have a spot？
Like you said in Friend or Foe and if so, what block？
What you doin in L.A., with phillipinos and ese's
Latinos and Cheve's, down by Pico withh Frederico
I answer all your questions but then y'all got to go
Now the question I ask you is how bad you want to know？ BLAOW!
uh-huh uh uh uh uh-huh uh-huh, How we do？ What？
uh-huh uh uh uh uh-huh uh-huh, How we do？
'98 Primo remix and ain't nothing different
I don't kow what the hell niggas been snifin'
Jiggas still dippin Chrome on the whips and
4 days out the week find me in the kitchen
Still in the game nigga, hooked like glue
Popie gave me one pie, but it cook like two
I'm a crook like you,
Cats around my way was buyin brand new whips and shit, what
could I do？
Know when I'm supposed to style,
I'm the huster's poster child, Rock lizards and crock-a-dile
Live ironic and what-not
Put all that ice on the face of a watch just to make it hot
Now you see me on them stages
Rocks in the air lookin' like Blue Lasers, Never fool gazers
Act couragous, I smack 'em wit da two aces
Mack double one, nigga I'm troublesome
All I got for chicks hard dick and bubble gum
Flip bricks like Fred, Barney Rubble and thum
It's the Rock-A-Fella click, What's Fucked up wit' thum？
Not a damn thang nigga, we doin our damn thing.. BLAOW!!!
uh-huh uh uh uh uh-huh uh-huh, How we do？ Come on....
Sounds so beautiful, Don't you agree ladies and gentlemen？？
HA! Well they call me Jay-hovah cause the flow is religious
Ever since I was 16 I been holding digits
I'm seeing this industry clearer
As if I had coke in the trunk and cops in the rear mirror
I slow flows all to death, So ya'll ho's know whos best, Jigga!!
The flow be ipendito, for the mama's I hable espanol nikito
O-et-te I got timing like a subway, now holla back ba-by
Uh-huh-huh Jay-Z, you motha fuckin right
in the darkest nights let off my gun for light
To guide ya'll through, show you how it's done
I'm the question and the answer like Iverson
Jets be private ones, no gate to lift
So when I take flight it's from Hanger 6
Bang wit this, Wake up wit one in your brain
and the cocaine flows straight, numbin your pain
This ain't your speed young man, run in your lane
So I can come through doin a hundred and change
I put one in your frame picture that, Who's runnin the game
Let's get to that I guess we one in the same, A Million and One
Once Again
Novacane flow, ho you ain't know
Like a balla in an Impalla Jigga remain Low
Then I pop up and tear your block up and kick off like soccer
In a range rove twist ho's like ankles, Till the next time Poppa
I hit ya'll with a million more
34.More Money, More Cash, More Hoes(Remix)
Vocal：Jay-Z／Memphis Bleek／Beanie Seigel
Turn the lights even lower!
Hovah
Memphis Bleek
Beanie Seigels (uh huh)
Roc-a-fella y'all (yeah yeah)
DMX： Jigga, my nigga, rhyme all night
To the top wit my niggas
Pop wit my niggas
Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas
Break day on the hottest block wit my niggas
Just cause I (DMX)love my niggas (uh huh)
Chill wit the crew (uh huh)
Real wit the crew
4 million sold, look- still wit the crew
Break bread wit the fam
Till I'm dead wit the fam
Duck cops. Shake feds wit the fam
Flip them pies wit my hustlas (uh huh)
Ride for my hustlas
Die for my, lie for my, cry for my hustlas
Roll wit my duns (uh huh)
Cold wit the guns (uh huh)
If he slow wit my ones hit the floor when I come
I fuck wit them hoes that fuck wit them clothes
That's real wit them shoes, keep it real wit they dudes
I'm sick wit the flow and this is all I know
More money, more cash, more hoes BEYACHHHH!!!!!!
More money, more cash, more hoes (what)
More money, more cash, more hoes (uh)
More money, more cash, more hoes (come on)
More money, more cash, more hoes (what, what, what)
Ay yo, M-E-M-P-H-I-S Bleek
No need to dress warm, I brought plenty of heat
Y'all can't do nothing with this here
For one, I pack three 9s like the year
Y'all funny money hustlas
7 gram hustlas
Type to bust a O down wit ya man hustlas
I hold bank dough, dough 6-5-4
While you ho talk that, look for a walk dough
Petty crime niggas
Petty time niggas
Sold petty drugs came up wit petty thugs
Now you got game in you
Wanna be a menace and you got Kane in you
I'll put them thangs in you
I'm a hot lil' nigga
I ain't gotta tell niggas
You came too deep, one fell niggas
I'm layin in the cut but still don't give a fuck
Roc-a-fella forever, Memph man, what what
Peep the kid from P-H-I-L-L-Y
North west south west south side
Spit it for them bitches and niggas who stay fly
B-Mack, Roc-a-fella till I die
Met Jay, dropped on a album in a week
Without unsigned hype or battle of the beats
The first time niggas heard me spit it in the streets
I gave y'all a thousand bars wit Memphis Bleek
Stay strapped, heat in the car under the seat
6 hammers even though we only 3 deep
We clap up niggas
Smack up niggas
Duck tape, rope, and wrap up niggas
Think shit a joke, go head crack up niggas
Get treated like Coke and get capped up niggas
The only thing funny
Is y'all never seen big face money
Till them big face 20s
Roc-a-fella shit
1999 (uh huh)
You about to witness a dynasty (you are not ready) unlike no
other
Get down or lay down Ya heard!
No publishin' for niggas
I know y'all niggas wonderin, like：
When them niggas gone stop？ (come on)
We got a date for you-
February 31st, 19-neva hate (haha)
I know y'all niggas ready to kill yaself, too
Just go head and do it!
Jump off a buildin, slit ya wrists!
Just do it!
The world'll be a better place (haha)
Roc-a-fella
Beanie Seigel
Memphis Bleek
Hovah Hovah
Ya heard me!
35.Can't Get With That
Yeah!!
Check it, check it out
Uhhh, haha, gotta keep it fat
I can't get with that
I gotta keep it thick never miss so I hit em like this
Straight to the track, my lyrics is phat, I rip it the hell --
down
More than a fluke, I'm regularly wreckin this joint so what --
now
With so many niggas that's biting it's harder to detect who I be
Well check out the J, check out the A, check out the Y, Z
Original rap, I'm makin it slap, I'm hemmin it up like that
back
I be that nigga with a gat, boom-clack
Don't ever sweat it when I go, I zoom back
Better than ever, never better, you better, whatever
I suggest the Ex-Lax and that'll get your shit together
I give you a snotty nose from body blows
Nobody's safe at a party even Gotti goes adios
I got-got-got Flav-flav-flav-flavor, so save yours
One verse and it's a hearse, I played and I slayed yours
Get it, got it, ready to flip, I doubt it
No need to prolong, check out the man gone, haha
The next, player, never get no rest, you're livin with stress
Cause just around the corner beez the best player
You're fearin my clout, if weed got you runnin your mouth
You better blow that shhhiiitt out
The Jigga's back, you brothers are flat
I'll amaze the way that Jay rap, now how in the hell did he say
that？
You diggin me, the, epitome of, rippin it raw
You kiddin me, no artist that rap, gettin bigger thzn me
Although these cats are wettin my style, I'm still thristy
And we all gotta fall off, but you first G
I'll be the last, it'll be a, cold day in hell
before you see me, Sauce and Jaz, chillin with your wack ass
We make hits, and harmony, like Take 6
While you brothers double pumped up them fake hits
Our Roc-A-Fella never Sell-A-Out
Brothers who don't have the heart, you better tell your mouth,
uh
Ha-hah
This how we do
All year round, this is how it goes down
Now check it out
I don't kick it I punt it, I'm so wicked you want it？
My tongue is tired from lickin my fingers and countin up
hundreds
So I bought a money machine and it goes
A tat-tat-trrrittaat-tat-triiatttt-at-tit-tit-tit-dough
How many styles I gotta kick to prove I'm def？
I can even-hah-kick my-hah-rip that shit-hah-and catch a breath
You can't see this, ask this nigga Dash
Now he don't count cause I'm makin him mad rich
This nigga's nothin but the truth
Many view Jay-Z as a threat to they loot.. so
my thing is tight, can't slip, gotta grip
like a pit in a dog fight, yo, I'm a-iight
I ain't checkin for you 'less you my peoples
And just in case you didn't know peep the -- steelo
It goes, one dime for your mind
Two bone crushers for your spine
Cause none of ya game is rougher than mine
Ha-hah.. Jay-Z.. live in the ninety-five
with a little help along, c'mon
Sacue Money defintly repesentin
Big Jaz in the house
Superman production type shit
36.People's Court
Jigga
Biatch
Yeah
Fuck Judge Wapner
It's Jigga
Ya heard？
Y'all niggas in violation of Playa-Hatin Code
Section 1001
Yo, I gives a fuck if you traumed up
Dom Perrignon'ed up
Niggas from where want what？
One slip'll get your cherry bombed up
I got heavy arm
And my niggas Homicide and Deadly Calm in the cut
B, test your dumb blonde luck
Fuck with the wrong one
Shawn Gun, harm one, two
Fuck y'all wan' do？
Bastards, niggas know I blast quick
As if y'all had to ask - shit
Get your ass twist
It's the rap's El Ni, get your brain splitted
And I don't like pussy well enough to hang with it
You ain't with it, same shit, they
Can't fuck with the languaddage
Soon as the slang's spitted
If you came you get it
Plain as a game with them thangs with it
On co-sign and the whole nine
Leave you where I find yo ass - lost with no signs
You're so wrong
I'm the last nigga to roll on
Got a vest on, went to Folsom
When you guess wrong I'ma press one
Muthafucka
Fuck the judge, fuck the jury
When you're warin with me
It's People's Court, we hold court in the street
I gives a fuck about the D.A.
When you see Jay
Better crawl for your heat
It's People's Court, we hold court in the street
Ya heard me？
Fuck the judge, fuck the jury
When you're warin with me
It's People's Court, we hold court in the street
I gives a shit about the plaintiff
Nigga, dangerous, watch your langauge with me
It's People's Court, we hold court in the street
I give a shit if it's small claims like stealin your bitch
Or if it's Supreme Court like stealin your bricks
Look, my guns is all-range, more pain
Indifferential, whether you're big money or small change
When I cock it - ball game
My pistals never miss-trial, here's the determent
With no chance of parole bullets comin concurrent
I'm like 'Why, nigga, try Jigga？' You must remember
It's like bein on trial for your life with a public defender
Let the jury fill the seats up and start the court calendar off
With docu number 9mm
All rise...
The Honourable Jay-Z presides
Instead of a mallet I hold a tool
All objections over-ruled
Say your opening arguments, hope you understand it
Two guns, right over left, that's how I cross-examine
Like Tom Cruise, popppin with the _Top Gun_ you lose
Jigga's no lie, and y'all can't handle the truth
No flow's sicker, no cell can hold Jigga
Since I dropped 'Reasonable Doubt' no cocaine convictors
No contest in a rhyme fest, I'm best
Under oath raise my hand, and I spit it - honest
Know our facts for real 'fore y'all decide to act ill
When you blow trial ain't no comin back on the pill
It's Murder One, bail set at a half a mill
It's Murder One, for you backwards muthafuckas： red-rum
Committ hate crimes, fake crimes, I hold in contempt
You get state time for fakin like you greater than Him
So cop a plea to lessen charges, pay your fine at the Desk
Sergeant
Say you're sorry, then - take your property
I be sho' defended, flow splendid, no co-defendant
While you niggas hold trial with no motions in it
Three time felon, third album, lockin it down for the term
Of 'Lifetime', Vol. 2, nigga, court is adjourned
37.Big Pimpin'(Extended)
Vocal：Jay-Z／U.G.K.
Uhh, uh uh uh
It's big pimpin baby..
It's big pimpin, spendin G's
Feel me.. uh-huh uhh, uh-huh..
Ge-ge-geyeah, geyeah
Ge-ge-geyeah, geyeah..
You know I - thug em, fuck em, love em, leave em
Cause I don't fuckin need em
Take em out the hood, keep em lookin good
But I don't fuckin feed em
First time they fuss I'm breezin
Talkin bout, 'What's the reasons？'
I'm a pimp in every sense of the word, bitch
Better trust than believe em
In the cut where I keep em
til I need a nut, til I need to beat the guts
Then it's, beep beep and I'm pickin em up
Let em play with the dick in the truck
Many chicks wanna put Jigga fist in cuffs
Divorce him and split his bucks
Just because you got good head, I'ma break bread
so you can be livin it up？ Shit I..
parts with nothin, y'all be frontin
Me give my heart to a woman？
Not for nothin, never happen
I'll be forever mackin
Heart cold as assassins, I got no passion
I got no patience
And I hate waitin..
Hoe get yo' ass in
And let's RI-I-I-I-I-IDE.. check em out now
RI-I-I-I-I-IDE, yeah
And let's RI-I-I-I-I-IDE.. check em out now
RI-I-I-I-I-IDE, yeah
We doin.. big pimpin, we spendin cheese
Check em out now
Big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.'s
We doin.. big pimpin up in N.Y.C.
It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B
Yo yo yo.. big pimpin, spendin cheese
We doin - big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.'s
We doin.. big pimpin up in N.Y.C.
It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B
Nigga it's the - big Southern rap impresario
Comin straight up out the black bar-rio
Makes a mill' up off a sorry hoe
Then sit back and peep my sce-nawr-e-oh
Oops, my bad, that's my scenario
No I can't fuck a scary hoe
Now every time, every place, everywhere we go
Hoes start pointin - they say, 'There he go!'
Now these motherfuckers know we carry mo' heat than a little bit
We don't pull it out over little shit
And if you catch a lick when I spit, then it won't be a little
hit
Go read a book you illiterate son of a bitch and step up yo'
vocab
Don't be surprised if yo' hoe stab out with me
and you see us comin down on yo' slab
Livin ghetto-fabulous, so mad, you just can't take it
But nigga if you hatin I
then you wait while I get yo' bitch butt-naked, just break it
You gotta pay like you weigh wet wit two pairs of clothes on
Now get yo' ass to the back as I'm flyin to the track
Timbaland let me spit my pro's on
Pump it up in the pro-zone
That's the track that we breakin these hoes on
Ain't the track that we flow's on
But when shit get hot, then the glock start poppin like ozone
We keep hoes crunk like Trigger-man
Fo' real it don't get no bigger man
Don't trip, let's flip, gettin throwed on the flip
Gettin blowed with the motherfuckin Jigga Man, fool
We be.. big pimpin, spendin cheese
We be.. big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.'s
We be.. big pimpin down in P.A.T.
It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B
Cause we be.. big pimpin, spendin cheese
And we be.. big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.'s
Cause we be.. big pimpin in P.A.T.
It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B.. nigga
Uhh.. smokin out, throwin up, keepin lean up in my cup
All my car got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck
Everybody wanna ball, holla at broads at the mall
If he up, watch him fall, nigga I can't fuck witch'all
If I wasn't rappin baby, I would still be ridin Mercedes
Chromin shinin sippin daily, no rest until whitey pay me
Uhhh, now what y'all know bout them Texas boys
Comin down in candied toys, smokin weed and talkin noise
On a canopy my stamina be enough for Pamela Anderson Lee
MTV jam of the week
Made my money quick then back to the streets but
Still sittin on blades... sippin that ray...
Standin on the corner of my block hustlin
Still gettin that cane
half what I paid slippin right through customs
It'll sell by night its extra white...
I got so many grams if the man find out
it will land me in jail for life
But im still big pimpin spendin chesse
with B.U.N. B, Pimp C, and Timothy
We got bitches in the back of the truck, laughin it up
Jigga Man that's what's up
38.Dead Presidents(Part 1)
Rock on
Roc-A-Fella y'all
Presidents to represent me
I'm out for Dead Presidents to represent me
Well I was fit that wonderama shit
me and my conglomerate
share remain anonymous
caught up in the finest shit
live out by dreams until my heart get vowed
and while we crave you know exactly what the shits about
fuck y'all mean handlin' since a teen I dish out
like the point got off your favorite team without doubt
my life ain't rosy but I roll with it
my mind was fine till the dough hit it
and told me that the mo' did it
and now it's closer shit and so I said it
I blow a digit on a dimin' in a minute but no bitchin'
watch how I'm walkin' cause even the thoroughest niggaz be
knockin',
tryin' to strike a bargain,
hopin' that they might get part in
shit on me boy we got me pins and needles
and my cerebral be's the wickedess evil
thoughts that this boughter feed you
feed back in a game so deep fien's can catch ya
freeze off my knee cap can y'all believe that
got the city drinkin' Crystal raise up the fee
rappers going broke tryin' to keep up wit me
my rise the riches surprise the bitches
think harder you know this nigga Jay-Z Shawn Cotter
G.S. to fuck up, three years to fuck up
Watch me shine like a brightly be gets to fuck up
All rhymers forget like altimers
small timers I said it
I'm adressin' all drama torture
I'm out for Dead Presidents to represent me
So sick of niggaz
I want money like Cosby who wouldn't
It's this kind of talk that make me think
you probably ain't got no pudding
niggaz got them kinda dreams from jet
you in the streets nigga
make your move get your get your mail
niggaz are coastin' the S.L. but can't post bail
niggaz are roast the L.
but scared to throw your toast well
I'am here to tell niggaz it ain't all swell
It's heaven been in tell niggaz
One day your cruisin' in ya seven
Next day your sweatin' forgetin' your lies
Alabuys ain't matchin' up, bullshit catchin' up
Hit with the rico, they repo, the re-he-ico
Everything was all good just a week ago
Bout to start bitchin' ain't you
Ready to start snitchin' ain't you
I forgive your weak ass hustlin' just ain't you
Aside from the fast cars
Hunnies that shake they ass at bars
You know you wouldn't be involded
With the underworld dealers, carriers and mac-miller's
East-coast parties, west-coast cap peelers
Little monkey niggaz turn gorilla's
Stoped in the station filled up on noctane
And now they not sane, and not playin'
That goes without sayin'
Slangin' day in and day out
With money playin' then they play you out
Tryin' to escape my own mind
Lurkin' the enemy representin' infinite
With presidencies you know
I'm our for Dead Presidents to represent me
39.This Life Forever
Uh-huh
Blackhand Ent.
Roc-a-Fella Records
In association with the streets
The Black Gangster
In conjunction
With everything official
Yeah
I ride throught the ghetto windows down halfway
Halfway out of my mind music on 9, blasting Donny Hathaway
Me and my niggas spending half the day
Plotting, how we gon get this math with out getting balst away
I wake up to the same problems after today
Life is harsh, niggas gotta ？
Right from the start they place me in the ghetto tender age of
nine
I tend to mine and to surrender to crime
Wouldnt wish this on nobody like the end of like mine
Ever since i was quite young a nigga been in divine
Had to scratch for every plaque, rap aint even all its cracked
up to be
Niggas dont stack up to me
Had to hustle in a world of trouble
trapped in, clostrophobic the only way out was rapping
America dont understand it, the demographics i tapped in
I'm the truest nigga to do this nigga and anything else is
foolish
Like those who stay high, under God's grey skies
My lyrics is like Bible, made to save lives
In the midst of all your misery nigga, stay fly
Never let em see you frown, even smile when you down
Shit, i floss on my off-days fuck what they all say
Niggas cant stop me like rumors, i'm too strong
All-day
Socks explode and sweatpants pockets is bulging
Holding it down on the corner with my glock holding
My spot is golden, drop the price on the coke and
Drove the competition out and let the dough flow in
The cops is closing in, i can do the time
But whats really on my mine, is there's no hoes in the pen
I play the low and try and make it hard to find me
Feds still tryna build a case since '93
I told them, i'm retired but they like whatever
You know them pigs dont wanna see you get your life together
I'm stuck in this life forever
The more things change the more they stay the same
Who am i to change the game？
You gotta move quick like her-o-in and dope can
The blocks hotter than its ever been
Once again
Hold the gun at eye level, i aint afraid of conflict
I let the nine rip, nigga say 'hi' to the devil
I blind with the bezel, i'm in line with the ghetto
What yall nigga afraid of my mind or the metal
Niggas tryna subtract my life, my mathematics is precise
I carry the nine, so fucking with me just aint the answer
I cant lose when i was young i was like Fresh
Poppa raised me to chess moves
And though your gone i'm not bitter you left me prepared
We got divided by the years, but i got it from here
Dont sweat that, sounds bump from Marcy to Lefrak
To that pocket in DC where my man caught his death at
Over my years i've seen Rooks get tooken by the Knight
Lose they Crown by tryna defend a Queen
Checkmate, in 4 moves the Bobby Fischer of rap
？？？ in a time where we all move
Lets face it either your dough chasin, or basing
Lacing, cops got your face sprung like mason
Careful, any infultration i'm leaving niggas
Leaving more than just information
Uh
Real shit
The Black Gangsta
Blackhand Ent.
Roc a Fella
Never interrupt this thing of ours
The Black Ganagsa
Jigga
Hova
Roll with me
40.What the Game Made Me
Vocal：Jay-Z／Memphis Bleek／Sauce Money
Yeah
I'm what the game made me
Not what the fame made me
No amount of money can change me
I'm what you lames can't be
Live nigga what？ Live as fuck
Check, live from the 7-1-8
Either respect the flow or learn your lesson from your weight
I'm wishin arthritis on all writers who, Knock My Hustle
How can y'all understand the struggle？
It's hard to live, when you got greedy niggaz in the mix
Knowin I outclass three-E niggaz in the six
So I outblast til it's empty clips
And I outlast niggaz, survival of the fit
One life, I gotta make sure it's done right
Cause them yet to have a conversation bout reincarnation
Ball out, until I fall out
Stick thick chicks, try to tear they wall out
Hard to think about your future with, nothin to gain
Hard to concentrate on school with stomach pain
Life's harsh, I know y'all runnin from 'caine
but it'll only catch you and track you down
With no deal, who you gonna rap to now？
Start your own record company, that's profound
Live niggaz gonna rumble when you back from the war
Jive niggaz gonna crumble and fall
Aiyyo whether in the Pinto, or rollin in the six
I come through cocky, holdin my dick
I never switch shit, cause that's some bitch shit
I get the Bisquick take it to the district
cause I could never get rich, and switch my style
I just cop a little hurt, to the mercantile
I'm tryin to get it though, rhymin with this six digit flow
Gettin fly is the minimal, holdin somethin is the principal
Respect this young nigga that's, holdin the torch
Preachin shit like the crack game, don't take shorts
Throw it down it's a bet, nigga roll hard
til you got somethin icey, round your neck
In this concrete jungle get rich or remain humble
Never speak the biz, at worst I might mumble
Niggaz test it I spit guns, angrily
Til all that remains is me
I went from no dough to show dough to money to blow
From umm, hoe I don't know, to get deez
Never, 'Excuse me miss,' bitch please, never try to provoke
Same disrespectful cat I was when I was broke
Ain't nuttin changed baby but the different faces I stop
or maybe some of the places I shop
Now that I run through tracks like cleets with a Air
for some of the hottest beats, still catch me eatin at Pete's
Fuck the foul cat who screamed out and threatened my life
It's all good, here I come kid, dead to the hood
til I'm in the dirt, foul cats like termites
come out of the woodworks, if they think you stack paper
Dead niggaz react later while the cancer spread
Teach a team how to scheme before they answer lead
You know me, I used to shoot hoops in the park, ain't nothin
changed
except now I push Coupe's in the dark
41.Who You Wit
Uh-huh, yeah hah
Never sprung huh？
Jigga, Roc-a-Fella y'all
Never sprung huh？
Yeah, peep the repertoire
Peoples, feel me on this one
Peoples, feel this
Never sprung huh？ Know my style
I love bitches, thug bitches, shy bitches
Rough bitches, don't matter you my bitches
Gold diggers witcha eyes on my riches
Can't Knock your Hustle for real, exotic bitches
I'm game tight, see it all through the platinum french
braids with the french name in the same night
Pull you and your tight friend
lift your little dress like light wind, hah, then I slide right
in
You know the whole repertoire, U.S. to the U-S-S-R
Sexier than a Lexus car
Match wits with the best of y'all the rest of y'all
is like veg-etables in my presence, check it
Reminescin to nuttin you ever heard, Iceberg
Slim baby ride rims through the suburbs
Funds come in lump sums never ends deferred
Get money like I'm down South Wednesday the 3rd, it's on
Dough to get, more shows to rip
I suggest you all roll with the click, who you wit
Frozen wrists and it's flows that's sick
More O's than you know exist, bitch who you wit
Can't scheme on em, Roc-a-Fella got a team on em
Chicks dream on him trick cream on him
Lose it when dudes think it's just music
Lean on em flash green on em and diamond rings on em
Sex around the way girls down to meet eyes
I'm somethin every girl gotta have like Levi's
Ya quita, me got more, see I ball
You can love me or hate me, either or
I'ma stay widdit, rock the custom drop Bentleys
Never eat at Denny's and party like Lil Penny
can he live？ Trick or main chick but if she leave
just as quick, indian give, ha-hah
Now what I look like？ Givin a chick half my trap
like she wrote half my raps, yeah, I'm havin that
you be the same chick when you leave me
the bankbook and the credit cards and take everything you came
wit
You know the move's major, never minor
cause when you a true player, they never find ya
We takin trips abroad with chicks from afar
Down in the grill in the Villa gettin hilla
Never know em at the resort, readin to ride with us all
Checkin out this new wine, inhalin the cork
Million miles from the puddles the rainy days the tussles
Reign in ways to hustle, so we won't get caught
Had beef of all sort but I turned it around
Chose my steps more wisely, I'm learnin the ground
I was so gung-ho when I earned my first pound
Now it's million dollar deals, straight turnin em down
Roc-a-Fella make or break me, til death do us
Won't be in your right mind, you ever step to us
Been there, when I was in my tenth year, went there
Then I realized that it didn't make sense there
Backtrack, show me where the cash at, and plus
frivilous beef, please, we lookin past that
Y'all can gossip while we learnin the world
Drop the hot shit never returnin your girl, it's on
Beyatch!
Jigga, nine-seven shit, next millenia
Recognize, realize, it's on
Roc the block, ahh
Laughin, it's on
42.Wishing on a Star
Vocal：Jay-Z／Gwen Dickey
I'm wishing on a star to follow where you are
I'm wishing on a dream to follow what it means
Check it out, you can catch me on top now, playin a club
Throwin a shot down, tryin to stay above
Ground, another ground-breakin day in the club
Surrounded by my home thoughts, playin a cut
Reminesin on days I didn't have a pot to piss in
No watches to glisin, no V's with hot systems
Missin my homies that passed right in front of my eyes
Due to the fast life we told wonderful lies
On how we would live forever, time proved us wrong
Had to get our shit together and move it along
Had dreams of being Big niggas, Jig niggas
Drivin the hottest cars, movin out with our moms and I'm
Wishing on a star to follow where you are
I'm wishing on a dream to follow what it means
Was interuppted by this chicken that I used to cluck wit
Back in the days when I was movin much shit, 'What up chick？'
Maintanin, it's the same old thang
A little stress, a little bullshit, ain't too much changed
I see you kept it movin, you see I kept improving, she nodded
her head in agreement
Remember when I used to walk up and down the cement, puttin it
down
While the Streets is Watchin, stay hooded down
Just to earn a rep, but what good is it now？
She said 'Damn I just stopped to say Hi.... Bye'
I was too deep for you from day one
Thats why we never had relations, continued in my own zone
I'm wishing on a star to follow where you are
I'm wishing on a dream to follow what it means
And I wish on all the rainbows that I see
I wish on all the people who really dream
And I'm wishing on tomorrow praying it will come
And I'm wishing on all the loving we've ever done
Uh huh, We used to play tap-tap for rap tracks
Run, catch, and kiss in the back park until it got dark
Wanted to be like the older fellas, sneak and drink old Chample
Dangerous games we played on the third rail
Fiend for the summer breeze
Hopped out the Lee's Dungrares
into the Hawaiian shorts, relying on sports
to take us away from here, but I cut too much
So I had a plan B used to rhyme with a brush
My sinners used to back me up
Like Doug E. Fresh and Ricky D., Eric, Mickey and Me
All my niggas is you with me, each of ya'll
Let's reach for the stars now... Jigga!
I'm wishing on a star to follow where you are
I'm wishing on a dream to follow what it means
And I wish on all the rainbows that I see
I wish on all the people who really dream
And I'm wishing on tomorrow praying it will come
And I'm wishing on all the loving we've ever done
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